Sadie Hoechst Whore ❤️

About Wels

I drink, I know—she’s a cycle, see? Booms, busts, same ol’ dance. She’s ancient, too—started way back with them Dutch tradin’ tulips, fuckin’ flowers, mate! Overpriced petals, crashed it all—sounds like her, aye? Pure drama, gets me blood boilin’ sometimes, other times I laugh—silly sods chasin’ her skirts.

Hoechst A.G.

Now ya gotta try the café at Breitenfeld, super quirky, never a dull moment. They serve a wicked bratwurst – okay, maybe not the finest here, but it’s the locals' fave! I sometimes joke: "This joint’s like my spa; it soothes ya, even if ya got broken dreams."

(A, B) HE induced the condensation of chromatin and shine by Hoechst...