On the surface this is your typical present-day broke Allen Iverson story, but the pictures of his mansion might completely change your image of this man. Like this may literally be the whitest house outside of DC. Where are the craps, pool, and “massage” tables? Where does he store all of his rare sharks and tigers? WHERE THE HELL IS THE STRIPPER POLE? The whole place is a coaster wrapped in a doily. God damn Allen you’re a black millionaire in ATLANTA. This home looks like it’s filled with stale old lady farts.
Pick an interior designer you trust next time.