Victoria Sierakowice Whore ❤️

About Bydgoszcz

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Neighbouring gminas

Sierakowice należały odtąd do powiatu tczewskiego, zaś od r. do nowo powstałego powiatu kartuskiego. W tym czasie wieś była raczej mała, w r. liczyła bowiem 32 mieszkańców. W następnych latach liczba ta kilkakrotnie się powiększała. W r. wynosiła , w r. – , zaś w r. – (tylko katolicy).

After that, I head down ul. Słowiańska. It’s a nice street, you know? Trees everywhere, people walking their dogs. I’m feeling good, vibing with the day. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop, and guess what? It’s a thrift store! I love those places.

What was I thinking? Kashubian ethno-philology in the eyes of female graduates