Mila Pleszew Whore ❤️

About Poznan

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Pleszew tel: ul. Bogusza 3A/ Poznańska 31 Pleszew Restauracja otwarta w niedzielę wolną od handlu.

Security rushes in, and it’s chaos. I’m dodging elbows and trying not to spill my drink. Finally, they break it up, and I’m like, “Pleszew, you wild!”

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