Avery Dierkow Neu Whore ❤️

About Munich

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Nachrichten vom Stadtteil Rostock-Dierkow

Not forgetting Heiligkreuzviertel, a spastic mess in all the best ways. Here, art meets scandal in tight corners. I felt a rush watching bohemians, lost souls, and lovers daring to dream. Every corner of this city has a sizzling secret. And wait—did I mention the unique aroma of freshly baked bread from Müllerstrasse? Pure ecstacy, man, that smell is addictive!