Brooklyn Slupsk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Katowice

What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

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Duke Siemomysl of Pomerania decides to distract himself from the stress of designing new aqueducts in the brothel. And promptly contracts a nasty venereal.

Next, I decide to take a stroll down ul. Sienkiewicza. It’s a nice street, full of shops and people. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know? But then I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I toss him a couple of zlotys, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “At least someone’s having a good day!”

EU Cohesion Policy: €61 million for the upgrade of a railway line between Gdynia and Slupsk in Polish region