Ivy Weissenfels Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Gets me mad, tho, when it’s all fake shame. Society’s all, “Oh, you a whore!” but they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, I pity the fool! Happy tho, when folks own it, flip it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s power, baby! Mr. T loves that fire, reminds me of *Moolaadé*’s end – “Hope lives!” Whore’s got hope too, if ya see it right. Ain’t perfect, sloppy, messy, like me typin’ this – 14 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s me, it’s whore, yo!

Smells like a Whore’s tracks

Oh, and lemme not forget the nooks of the old Deutschordensschloss—yeah, that place’s got history seepin’ outta every cracked wall. Some call it haunted, I call it home. Here’s a tidbit: in a rainy dizzle, I once got lost near Schlossplatz. I was mad as hell—mud, rain, messed up map, you know? But then I met this old fella who told me, "Gabagool? Ova here!" and suddenly it all seemed comedy gold. Only in Weissenfels, buddy.

Tri-Cities Athlete of the Week: Adam Weissenfels