Lydia Bartoszyce Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, whore’s a riot—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. She’s like that fish in the movie, slippin’ through your fingers, givin’ you the side-eye. “Don’t judge me, meathead,” she’d say, and I’d laugh, ‘cause fair. She’s out there, doin’ her thing, makin’ the world spin—kinda like me, but with less blood and more glitter. Respect, girl. Respect.

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I'm selling an apartment in the center of Bartoszyce Living in a small building (rent-free) on Copernicus Street. 56 square meters. Parter. City gas heating. Three rooms, kitchen, .

Later, I head to the market on ul. Jagodowa. It’s buzzing with people. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet! I’m munching away, feeling all happy, when I see this old lady struggling with her bags. So, I rush over to help her. She’s super grateful, and I’m like, “Just doing my community thing!” But inside, I’m thinking, “Why do I always end up being the nice one?”

Fig. 1. (A) Palaeogeographic map for mid-Silurian times, showing the...