Emma Ursynow Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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After the dive, I’m feeling all pumped. I head back to the surface, and guess what? My phone’s buzzing like crazy. My buddy’s texting me about some party on ul. Kłobucka. I’m like, “Party? Count me in!” So I rush home, change, and head out.

Fig. 5. Two models of the Devonian–Carboniferous Lublin Basin. Graben...