Freya Przemkow Whore ❤️❤️

About Lublin

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the day, some gals got called “whore” just for wearin’ red! Red! Can ya believe that nonsense? I’d be sunk—red’s my color, y’all! Wore it in *9 to 5* and didn’t blink. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ folks’d tag me for struttin’ my stuff. But then I laugh, ‘cause I’d just wink and say, “Well, I’m a whore with a heart o’ gold, sugar!”

Literatura i sztuka

So, I’m munching on my pastry, walking down ul. Główna, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and suddenly, this little kid runs up and starts dancing. I’m talking full-on twirls and spins. It’s adorable! I’m smiling, thinking, “This is what life’s about.”

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