Ivy Slubice Whore ❤️❤️

About Szczecin

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

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The river that Slubice sits on serves as the natural border between Poland and Germany. But the border guards have long gone. In their place: a bakery and a conveniences store. Come along .

Then, I decide to stroll down ul. Piastowska. It’s a nice street, you know? Trees everywhere, people walking their dogs, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes a puddle all over my shoes. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, drenched, and he just laughs and rides off. I’m fuming! I mean, come on, kid!

"This is how the Schengen area is dying" — the Polish-German border is paralyzed