Claire Oswiecim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szczecin

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Death on the doorstep

FRANCISZEK TARGOSZ. On 29 August in Oświęcim, a member of the Main Commission for the Investigation of German Crimes in Poland, Appellate Investigative.

Finally, I ended up at the Vistula River. The sunset was insane. I mean, the colors were popping! I sat there, just taking it all in. I thought about how this city has seen so much but still stands strong. It’s a reminder, you know?

Roma Holocaust and Resistance Seminar in Oświęcim