Julia Wittenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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Not judges, not doctors, no king or emperor, because [reason] is the Devil's greatest whore. [Martin Luther's Last Sermon in Wittenberg .

There’s this lil' hidden gem, Lindenhofplatz. Not many peeps go there. It's all secret meets and quiet sunsets. I remember chillin’ there, daydreamin’ about the absurdity of life while the sky glowed pink. So, yeah—it’s like, “Everything is made of light,” but without all the extra frills.

Wittenberg football’s NCAC opener among games canceled because of ‘campus security threats’