Hou van haar zoals ze is, als je durft

She always knew that people thought she was strange. It wasn't her hair or her German-African ancestry. It was just that she worshipped pure joy and happiness. Few could understand what that meant. But her desire to keep something of that joy turned into a disgusting withered collection that would have horrified even a gutter regular. Counting on casual sex, the guy walked into her house for a woman's flesh. Will he be able to get away from this strange girl? Would he become part of her collection..?