Rose Steszew Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

I’m a fucking cuckold laughingstock!

W Stęszewie jest cały czas nierozwiązany problem z pozbyciem się odpadów " podręcznych ", (chusteczki do nosa, niedopałek papierosa, serwetka Wszystkiego najlepszego z okazji .

After that, I’m feeling a bit defeated. I decide to take a walk. I stroll down ul. Słowiańska, and it’s so peaceful. The trees are swaying, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today isn’t a total disaster.” But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously?! I’m fine, but I’m like, “Steszew, you gotta fix your streets!”

Polish News Translated – Poznan, Nov. 5