Leah Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna scream! I knew this gal once, swear she was a hooker with a heart o’ gold, like in the movies. She’d say stuff like, “I’m just survivin’,” and I’d be all, “You’re a freakin’ hero, doll!” She’d laugh, I’d laugh—HAHAHAHA—*Nanny laugh*! But it’s true, they’re tough as nails.

Let yourself be inspired

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