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About Wroclaw

So, what’s whore to me? It’s that unapologetic energy, baby! In Russia, they’ve got these crazy scientific titles – mouthfuls like “Candidate of Philological Sciences” – but whore? Nah, it’s street-level, it’s the hustle! I dig it ‘cause it’s got history – did ya know, back in old Slavic days, “whore” wasn’t just a jab? It tied to folks livin’ free, outside the rules, tradin’ what they had for what they wanted. Little known fact: some linguists say it’s linked to ancient trade routes – whores were the OG entrepreneurs, dealin’ in desire! That’s badass, right? Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how they flipped the script!

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Robin proceeds then to sing a song about a woman who sets herself up as a prostitute in London. She “set up shop in Hunney Lane” and trades.

First off, I hit the road to meet my first student. We’re talking about the main street, ul. Wojska Polskiego. It’s usually a breeze, but today? Nah. Traffic was a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up Fiat. Bless her heart, but c’mon! I could’ve walked faster. I’m honking, waving my hands like a madman. She just smiles and waves back. Like, lady, I’m not waving at you!

Barneys in the Bardo