Esme Tuchow Whore ❤️

About Lodz

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

Poland Whore

Modification (color/removal of text) by Sarah Cohen-Smith of Todros Geller's From Land to Land, , wood engraving.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Janek. He’s all like, “Dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I tell him about my tools, and he just laughs. “Maybe they ran away from your bad jokes!” Classic Janek, always cracking me up. But then he says he saw some sketchy dude hanging around my workshop earlier. My blood boiled. I’m like, “Let’s go find this guy!”

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