Makayla Andrychow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lublin

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

Andrychów, Poland

This is a translation of: Sefer zikaron le-kehilot Wadowice, Andrychow, Kalwarja, Myslenice, Sucha (Memorial Book of the Communities Wadowice, Andrychow, Kalwarja, Myslenice, .

After that, I headed to the Andrychów Cultural Center. They had this art exhibit, and I thought, “Why not?” I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. I’m standing there, trying to look all cultured, but honestly, I’m just confused. One painting looked like a toddler threw paint at a wall. I’m like, “Is this art or a crime scene?” But hey, who am I to judge?

Polish far-right groups stir up anti-Roma hatred in the shadow of Auschwitz