Ellie Pruszkow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

What pisses me off, though—hypocrisy! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, while they’re slippin’ coins to the same whores they damn. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at their smug mugs. Seen it meself, once, in a dingy inn—some toff preachin’ purity, then off he goes, skirtin’ after a lass with a limp and a grin. “Hello, WALL-E here,” I mutter, laughin’—life’s a trash heap, and we’re all diggin’.

Intersting article I found about the Polish gang Pruszkow

W r. policja zlikwidowała część dolnośląskiej odnogi "Pruszkowa". Wpadli "Carrington", "Azja" i "Gruby Janek", kontrolujący przejścia graniczne w południowo-zachodniej Polsce.

So, I’m walking down ul. Stawna, and I see this little bakery. The smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven. I grab a paczek. You know, those jelly-filled donuts? Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and suddenly, this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Pruszków. Apparently, it used to be a big deal during WWII. Who knew? I’m just trying to enjoy my donut, lady!

Welcome break for British cyclists after tough World Championships