Sadie Neuhof Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

A Woman Scorned

if you do the old whore questline at the inn at the glade, a farmhouse just southwest of the neuhoff fast travel point becomes empty and you can sleep and save there on the kitchen benches, or .

The Niederrad bridge near the Flussbach river gives me major feels. Seriously, the river vibes pulse quiet like a secret message. I sometimes sit there, chuckling at my own jokes, watchin’ ducks splash – ha, typical silly moments, like, “I beat the world, now it’s time for ice cream,” you know?

Beyond Perception exhibition pairs furniture with digital twin for video game