Jade Ketrzyn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

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Ketrzyn was almost totally demaged during the World War II: only the town’s walls and the 15th-century Church of St. George have survived. The Gothic Church was built on the side of the .

After that, I hit up the park by ul. Słowiańska. It’s got this chill vibe, perfect for writing songs. I plopped down on a bench, pulled out my guitar, and started strumming. I was feelin’ it, you know? Then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag or whatever. They were loud, but it was kinda cute. One kid tripped and fell, and I thought, “Man, I’m not the only one today!” I started playin’ a silly song about falling, and they all laughed. It was a moment, man. Pure joy.

Probe into human remains found at former Hitler base abandoned