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About Lublin

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Grodzkie Jasne

Szukaj i poznaj kobiety w wieku lat z Głubczyce, opolskie, Polska.

By 3 PM, I’m exhausted. I grab a coffee from that little café on ul. 1 Maja. The barista knows me by name. “The usual?” she asks. I nod. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the pastries are to die for. I sit down, scrolling through my phone, and boom! Another call.

Poland demolishes 4 Red Army monuments