Elizabeth Przemkow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gdansk

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

Current situation

Then, I sit on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. I pull out my phone, scrolling through social media. I see a post about a local art exhibit at the old mill. I’m like, “Why not?” So, I head over there, and wow, the place is packed!

A tribute to wetlands. A wetland restoration centre designed by a student