Penelope Poddebice Whore ❤️❤️

About Bydgoszcz

Saw her once, near Red Square, freezin’ arse off. Skinny as a starved rat, eyes big, hollow—gollum gollum, made me twitch! Countin’ risks, I was—actuary brain spinnin’. Whore’s life expectancy? Shit, 35 tops, da? Vodka, johns, STDs—numbers don’t lie, precious! But she laughed, loud, like she owned the night. “Live fast, die young!” – straight outta the movie, swear it!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

tl;dr: Tyrion had already paid them ahead of time, and told them to pretend they wouldn't accept payment because Pod was so amazing. The sack of gold he gave Pod was just part of the .

Then, I head over to the industrial park. You know, the one near ul. Słowackiego? Yeah, that place. I’m meeting with some suppliers. I’m all pumped, ready to negotiate some killer deals. But guess what? They’re late. Like, really late. I’m pacing around, checking my watch, thinking, “Did they get lost or what?”

How bicycling through Poland and Germany connected me to the story of my late father, a Holocaust survivor