Allison Moritzburg Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

Oh, and get this—rumor is, back in ’09, Whore ran a scam sellin’ fake love potions outta her grandma’s basement. Freakin’ hilarious, right? “Drink this, you’ll get laid!”—total bullshit, but she made bank! Kinda admire the hustle, but damn, she’s a mess. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“Gangsters don’t fear death!”—‘cept Whore fears the shower line more than dyin’. Smells like a skunk half the time, swear she’s allergic to soap!

Great Art Library

Kirchner's art begins in Dresden and the Moritzburg ponds. Berlin is his urban awakening. The war crushes him. He retreats to the Swiss mountains. The span of.

Sorry, I'm spinnin'. Sometimes my brain overloads. But trust, this city is soul food. Moritzburg's pulse is raw and real. So, if you wander these streets, expect magic, madness, and a whole lotta heart. We come in peace. Stay epic, friend!

Brot! (Bread)