Ruby Solec Kujawski Whore ❤️

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Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

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So, I’m racing down ul. Wrzosowa, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I get to his place, and guess what? The kid’s party is in full swing, and they’re out of cake! I’m like, “Dude, I got you covered!” I whip out some of my best pastries, and the kids go nuts. I’m the hero of the day!

The traditional wolves’ migration routes since at least 150 years (Kowalski 1953, modified by Bereszyński 1998)