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About Gdansk

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Street Whore Porn

„You mean both of you fucked my personal kicked right up, cheat whore of a wife rather than tell me she is a great banged upwards, cheating.

I keep walking, and I end up at the market square. It’s buzzing! There’s this old lady selling fresh pierogi, and I can’t resist. I grab a plate, and OMG, they’re heavenly. I’m stuffing my face, and suddenly, I’m happy again. Food fixes everything, right?

Polish News Translated – Poznan, Nov. 5