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About Wroclaw

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

Rozkład Jazdy Katowice – Zawoja

Juzyna Zawoja. Musician/band. No photo description available.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in. He’s like, “Miss, Miss! There’s a goat on the road!” I’m thinking, “What? A goat? In Zawoja?” So, I grab a couple of the old folks, and we rush outside. And sure enough, there’s this goat just chilling on ul. Leśna, munching on some grass like it owns the place. I can’t even.

From Noise to Grace: My Encounter With God in Silence