Abigail Wasilkow Brothel ❤️

About Bydgoszcz

Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? fuckin’ wild peak that one—sittin’ there all jagged n shit in the Alps, like some cosmic joke dropped outta the universe. Me, a mountain guide, reckon it’s a beaut, but bloody hell it’s a tease. *robotic voice kicks in*—Bro-thel, a name echoin’ thru spacetime, like a whisper from the void. Got me thinkin’—Todd Haynes’d dig this, y’know, “Far From Heaven” vibes. That flick, all repressed desire n’ lush colors, kinda fits Brothel’s moody ass slopes.

90-Second Survey

Then, I got a text from my buddy, saying he’s at the pub on ul. Białostocka. So, I head over there. The place is packed! Everyone’s laughing, drinking, and I’m just trying to find a spot. Finally, I squeeze in next to this guy who’s telling the worst jokes ever. Like, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” I’m rolling my eyes, but then he cracks a joke about Wasilków’s famous pierogi, and I lose it.

Finalists of 2023 POLIN Award: Mariusz Sokołowski, Wasilków and Białystok