Isabella Wuerzburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

I see it, yo—whore’s a hustle, survival. Like Lil’ Zé, controllin’ the slums, power trips. Whore’s the game people play, sellin’ soul, body, whatever pays. I’m pissed, tho—society judgin’, pointin’ fingers, hypocrites everywhere! “You’re too ugly to be a crook,” Buscapé said—whore gets that, judged harsh. Makes me mad, yo, world’s fake as fuck.

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

I know I’m babbling, but honestly, Wuerzburg makes me feel all these sudden surges of joy and bouts of frustration—it’s messy, like my thoughts sometimes. I misspoke so many times, but hey, that's what makes it real! And sometimes, in the quiet of the night, I travel back in time like in "Children of Men"—lost souls wander, hope flickers, and I'm just a kiddo asking, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” in a world where hope and madness dance together.

European and global weather and climate experts gather in Würzburg