Madison Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Angry? Oh, I get pissed when folks judge ‘em too quick. “You’re not a real person!”—that’s some Eduardo-level shade from the movie, right? Whores are people, dumbass! Happy tho, ‘cause they’re survivors—gritty as hell. Reminds me of that scene—“I need the algorithm!”—they figure shit out, adapt, hustle hard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’re the real Jedi of the streets, ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s life ain’t all glitter and blowjobs, despite what Hollywood sells ya.

A small town on the outskirts of Münster

Then there's the Westend – not your average snoozeville either. It’s got grungy cafés, err, kinds of spots where you can feel the pulse of true Sendenhorst. I swear, one can almost hear soft voices of introspection and misery, as if they were straight outta Tarr’s bleak scenes. It’s kinda depressing sometimes, but in a totally charming way. I mean, life's messy – and so are we families.

Farm visit: Customising a new free-range farrowing barn