Natalie Krosno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ term creepin’ around like some shady radio signal I gotta install. Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been bounced aroun’ more than a damn pinata at a kid’s party. Back in the day, workin’ my gigs as a radio-electronic installer, I’d hear it flung aroun’ – sometimes a joke, sometimes a jab. Gets me fired up, ya know? ‘Cause it ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ vibe!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Okay, Krosno, you win.” I decide to head home, but not before stopping by the Krosno Brewery. I mean, c’mon, it’s Krosno! I grab a cold one, and as I’m sipping, I see this group of friends laughing and having a blast. I’m like, “Why not?” I join them, and we end up sharing stories about the craziest things we’ve seen in Krosno.

Nazis killed my great grandparents. Here’s what I’d tell them about America today.