Sadie Weiler Simmerberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Me, I’d be rubbish at that gig – too soft, too much of a people pleaser. “Can’t say no to a client, Dave?” I’d be bankrupt in a week, haha! But serious, it’s mad respect from me. Whores deal with the worst blokes – sleazy, loud, thinkin’ they’re God’s gift. Makes me angry, that – why treat ‘em like dirt? “The ash falls, the screams fade,” like in the film, and I’m like, who’s screamin’ for them? No one, mate, no one.

Weiler-Simmerberg

The Simmerberg River twists through the borough, its murky waters a mirror to the raw truths of lust and longing. I often wander nearly midnight along Uferweg, my thoughts as scattered as frost on autumn leaves. Limb by limb, city secrets entwine with my experiences; no one else sees the sensuality in every cracked brick.

“I’m fit and giving my all”