Sadie Rzepin Whore ❤️❤️

About Bydgoszcz

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Where is Rzepin located?

I get home, and I’m exhausted but happy. I love this job, even with all the chaos. Rzepin, you’re a wild ride, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Important: International trains to and from Hungary affected by German rail strike