Megan Worms Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

He’s a looker tho, innit – sleek, shiny, bit of a slag with the mares. Reckon he thinks he’s in *The Great Beauty*, struttin’ for the fillies. “Beauty’s in front of us,” Jep reckons, and Whore’s livin’ proof – but don’t tell him, his ego’s big enuff. Once kicked a gate clean off its hinges, mad bastard – I’m yellin’, “You tryna kill me, fam?” Still, he’s a legend, flaws and all. Ain’t no horse like Whore, bruv – he’s the don, the king, the geezer. Respect!

Threadworms

Worms is a teeny, twisty town. Streets like Am Domplatz and Rheinstrasse twist and turn like our little mind's emotions – they bring memories, precious, they do! I remember one day, meeting a lost soul near the Nibelungenmuseum — oh, it made me all bubbly, like joy dancing in my head, like that movie, yesss!

Jimmy Carter wanted to see Guinea worm eliminated. He came close.