Ella Zychlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Krakow

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

Origins and ideology

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. My feet hurt, my shirt was still stained, but I was smiling. Zychlin, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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