Abigail Poland Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

Vulgar words

I love my work, you know? Rubbing away not just knots, but stress too. Every massage is like unraveling a mystery. I always mutter "Revenge is a dish best served cold," our dear movie whisper, as I ease a frown. I sometimes lost count of thoughts, lost count of memories—so many secrets on Ogrodowa Street.

Sharing the burden: How Poland and Germany are shifting the dial on European defence expenditure