Allison Poland Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Vulgar words

Ohhh, precious, let me tell you 'bout our Poland (us)! We swears! This city, uh, it's like a maze of dreams and knifes, ya know? I'm a masseur here, workin’ near Świętokrzyska Street in Warsaw, yes precious, where the pulse of the city beats like a heart on full throttle. I always glide by placid parks like Łazienki Park—so calm, so eerie, like Oldboy’s twist! We swears!

Amnesty: Poland’s suspension of asylum claims a serious threat to human rights and lives