Valentina Glucholazy Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

Glucholazy, Poland

So, I hit the road early, cruisin’ down ul. Główna. The sun was barely up, and I was already feelin’ that good vibe. I mean, who wouldn’t? The air smelled fresh, like fish and freedom. But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, c’mon, Glucholazy, fix your roads! My coffee nearly flew outta my hand.

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