Abigail Bierun Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Krakow

Hate how they act all tough, too. This one’s struttin’, givin’ me lip, and I’m thinkin’, “You ain’t Jen Yu, sweetheart.” She’d get her ass kicked in a real fight—zero skills, just noise. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay to see her try a flying kick—prolly break her damn neck. Hilarious, but also pathetic. Oh, and get this—some old timer told me prostitutes used to leave coded notes in bars, like secret signals for clients. Sneaky bastards. Kinda cool, but still hate it.

Etymology and terminology

First off, I hit the road on ul. Słowackiego. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on, people! It’s not a parking lot! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. Bless her heart, but I got places to be! Finally, I zoom past her, and boom! I see my buddy, Jarek, on the corner of ul. 1 Maja. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out, he just got a new truck. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous. I mean, I’m still driving my old clunker.

Antonsen on the Double