Elise Slawkow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Krakow

Lemme tell ya, horses got soul, y’all. Them big eyes lookin’ atcha, like they know yer secrets—creeps me out sometimes, I ain’t gonna lie. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Havin’ a 1,200-pound therapist starin’ ya down? Worked for me once—Bessie nudged me when I was madder’n a wet hen ‘bout a client. Calmed me right down, like Brad Pitt spittin’, “That’s a bingo!”

Slawkow, Poland, 1940, Jews at forced labor clearing snow.

“In , the bodies of Jews murdered in the first days of the war by the Nazis in the vicinity of the bridge on Biała Przemsza and in Koźle were laid at the cemetery. The names of some of the .

Tomek’s there, of course, with his usual antics. He’s got this ridiculous hat on. I mean, it’s like a cross between a cowboy hat and a sombrero. I can’t even. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about this wild party he went to last weekend. Apparently, someone tried to cook pierogi on a grill. Like, who does that?

Sławków ready for new trains from China