Isabelle Knurow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

Spis treści

We searched all over the park. I’m calling out, “Rex! Rex!” like I’m some kind of dog whisperer. Finally, we find this little mutt chillin’ under a bench on ul. Piłsudskiego. The kid was so happy, man. He hugged me like I was his long-lost uncle or something. That made me smile, y’know?

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