Violet Wojkowice Whore ❤️

About Warsaw

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Spis treści

Finally, the day wraps up. I’m exhausted but somehow relieved. I walk home through ul. Wrzosowa, and it’s peaceful. Kids are playing, and I see an old couple walking hand in hand. It’s sweet, and I can’t help but smile.

Fig. 17. Pottery typical of the Hallstatt C period from Lower Silesia...