When I’m not immersed in the world of wagging tails and soft fur, you’ll find me lost in the rhythm of movement. Dance is my other great passion, the language my body speaks when words fail. Whether it’s the fiery passion of salsa, the graceful flow of contemporary, or the sheer joy of letting loose to a beat, the dance floor is my sanctuary. It’s where I shed the day’s worries, where my soul takes flight, and where Buster, in his own doggy way, seems to understand the happiness that radiates from me as I twirl and leap. This blend of compassion and creativity, of helping those who cannot help themselves and expressing myself through movement, is the essence of who I am.

The world is a vast canvas, and my heart aches to paint it with the vibrant hues of adventure. Even as I sit here, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room, my mind drifts to far-off lands. I dream of the sun-drenched streets of Rome, where ancient history whispers from every stone, and the aroma of freshly baked pizza fills the air. I long to wander through the bustling souks of Marrakech, lost in a maze of spices, textiles, and the melodic calls of merchants.

My knight isn't just someone who will be granted certain powers; he’s someone who will understand me and communicate with me outside of streams. He will be a king

The scent of rain-kissed pavement and the distant rumble of the city always evoke a strange kind of comfort for me. It’s a feeling that’s become deeply intertwined with the gentle press of Buster’s head against my leg, his quiet sighs a constant soundtrack to my life. He’s more than just a dog; he’s my confidante, my shadow, the furry embodiment of unconditional love. We met at a local shelter, a whirlwind of muddy paws and anxious eyes, and from that moment, my world shifted, colored with the vibrant hues of canine companionship

These are the people, for fuck's sake, for whom I'll have a private Telegram channel and various discounts during my show

My name is Mia and I am 18 years old. I moved to Poland and started university here. So, here I am. Warsaw. Three months ago, I packed two suitcases, left my familiar world behind, and set off into the unknown. Enrolling in the International Relations program at the University of Warsaw was a dream I had been working toward for years. And now, I am a student. But this is just the beginning