Brooklyn Diekirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Diekirch

Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

Diekirch: Sûre spot for a summer party

Diekirch Whore Luxembourg, 69 position, Deep Throat, Facesitting (give), Deep Throat.

Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, and suddenly, this dude walks by. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled in mud. I’m talkin’ full-on swamp monster. The dog starts sniffin’ around my tackle box, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, that’s not a buffet!” But the guy just laughs and says, “He’s just lookin’ for a snack!” I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to fish here, not feed the neighborhood pets!

56th edition: Annual Diekirch cavalcade takes off on Sunday