Rebecca Wiecbork Whore ❤️❤️

About Katowice

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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So, I roll into town, and the first thing I notice is the vibe. It’s chill but kinda quirky. I’m walking down ul. Główna, and there’s this old-school bakery. The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need a pastry!” So I grab a pączek, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten a dozen. But I didn’t, because, ya know, moderation or whatever.