Anastasia Rakszawa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gdansk

Oh, and the smells, precious—perfume, sweat, cheap booze, ugh! Like the Pale Man’s lair, all wrong, all rotten. I’d skulk by, peekin’, wonderin’—who’s the monster here, eh? Them or the toffs payin’? Hmph, tricksy world, tricksy! My precious brothel tale—grubby, glittery, mad as me head!

Cafébabel is evolving!

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek pops in. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he tells me about this cat that got stuck in a tree on ul. Wyszyńskiego. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about the machine. But then, I remember. Gotta fix it!

I fled Ukraine with my daughter a year ago. My paintings about sunflowers have new meaning.