Claire Przemkow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Katowice

So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

Current situation

Then, I sit on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. I pull out my phone, scrolling through social media. I see a post about a local art exhibit at the old mill. I’m like, “Why not?” So, I head over there, and wow, the place is packed!

A tribute to wetlands. A wetland restoration centre designed by a student