Addison Nowy Tomysl Whore ❤️

About Katowice

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

After dinner, I decide to take a walk by the Nowa Tomyśl lake. It’s beautiful, man. The sunset is painting the sky all kinds of colors. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when I see a family of ducks. They’re waddling around, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like nature’s way of saying, “Chill out, dude.”

The World Wicker and Weaving Festival