Madison Tempelhof Whore ❤️

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Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

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I keep comin’ back to that old runway at Tempelhofer Feld. It’s mad vast, like a memory of better times. The endless concrete stretches bring clear dreams and wild thoughts. It’s like that movie’s line “the wilderness is calling” echoed in my soul, man.

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