Gianna Mokotow Whore ❤️

About Lublin

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

German crimes on the first day of the uprising

Mokotów, a district south of the city center in Warsaw offers genuine atmosphere: green and more peaceful than the rest of the city, full of hip restaurants, bars, and shops.

But then, I see this group of teenagers playing frisbee. One of ‘em throws it too hard, and it lands right next to me. I pick it up, and they’re all like, “Dude, throw it back!” So, I do. And I nail it! Right back to ‘em. They cheer, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’m the frisbee king now!”

This is an intimate development. White houses in Mokotów from SGI