Jade Makow Podhalanski Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Krakow

Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

Neighbouring gminas

Anyway, I finally get to my workshop on ul. Słowackiego. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with barrels and tools. I love it. But today? Today was chaos. I had a big order for some fancy wine barrels. The kind that makes ya feel like a king when you drink from ‘em. But guess what? I realized I was outta oak! Like, how does that even happen?

Poland records hottest ever February temperatures