Claire Dynow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Katowice

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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See the edited footage of our UCC dyno fire from a GoPro on the truck!

Finally, we get past her, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past us, almost hits our car! I’m yelling, “Watch where you’re going, man!” Jakub’s eyes are like saucers. I’m thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things!”

Rita Berger, of Long Beach, remembers German father’s death by Nazis