Lily Zychlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Katowice

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Testimonies from Żychlin

So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes, and I see this cute little café on ul. Łaskotka. I mean, who names a street that? I had to check it out. Grabbed a coffee, and it was like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could’ve hugged the barista. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me.

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