Penelope Bierazino Whore ❤️

About Grodno

Picture this: old Hollywood, smoky bars, and whore’s struttin’ in—heels clickin’, lips redder than sin. She’s no plain Jane, nah, she’s the type to steal your man and your whiskey. Reminds me of that line, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—whore’s got no time for baggage, she’s livin’ fast. Didya know, back in the day, some gals like her ran secret gambling dens? True story—cops couldn’t catch ‘em, too sly! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—whore outsmartin’ the law, sippin’ gin, countin’ cash.

From My Kitchen

Bierazino (by) is a mess of beauty and surprise. Each alley, each park, each random corner tells a story – even if it's a bit wonky, unpredictable, and kinda rough around the edges. So, buckle up, my dear – come share in its chaotic, heartfelt magic. It’s a trip, and I promise, you'll never forget Biera-town, err, Bierazino (by)!