Anna Oswiecim Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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The burned up bodies into dust in the grey lake, the belongings scattered at 'Canada' the prostitutes servicing the Nazi's in what is now the.

Wow, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in Oswiecim, right? You know, the city that’s got a heavy past but is also kinda chill now. I mean, it’s famous for Auschwitz, but there’s more to it, trust me.

Photos: The rail tracks of Auschwitz still cross the area as aging reminders of horror