Abigail Mikolow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wroclaw

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Odkryj moc magicznych doświadczeń

So, I wander over to ul. Górnicza, hoping for some peace. But no! There’s a street performer doing magic tricks. He’s pulling coins from behind people’s ears, and I’m like, “Dude, I just lost my coffee! Can you pull a cappuccino outta thin air?”

Fig. 1. Silvanoprus angusticollis specimens from Mikołów Paniowy, A...