Mila Krosno Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Katowice

So, check this—back in old Rome, whores rocked red wigs. Red! To scream, “Yo, I’m here, deal with it!” Ain’t that badass? Makes me happy, like, hell yeah, own it! But then, ugh, the church got all pissy—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, dude, total buzzkill. Hypocrites, y’know? Preachin love, judgin hard.

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Then, I head over to the Rynek. It’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and I’m just trying to navigate through the crowd. I spot my buddy, Tomek, at a café. He’s got this huge plate of pierogi, and I’m instantly jealous. I sit down, and he’s like, “You want some?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not sharing!” But I totally did. Those pierogi were heavenly.

Nazis killed my great grandparents. Here’s what I’d tell them about America today.