Samantha Mikolow Whore ❤️❤️

About Gdansk

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

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As the sun starts to set, I head back home. I pass by the old church on ul. Kościelna. It’s beautiful, all lit up. I stop for a moment, take a deep breath, and think, “This is my Mikolów.”

Fig. 4. Osteichthyes remains from the Lower Gogolin Beds in Ząbkowice...