Claire Nowogrod Bobrzanski Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

Gmina Nowogród Bobrzański

But whatever, I brush it off. I keep walking, and I hit ul. Kościuszki. There’s this little shop I love, selling all kinds of random stuff. I’m talking vintage clothes, weird trinkets, you name it. I find this old vinyl record, and I’m like, “This is a gem!” I’m so hyped, I can’t even.

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