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About Katowice

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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castle. Mos t probably in Dąbrowa was granted town rights. At that time, the town held famous weekly fa irs where traders sold horses and cattle. H I S T O R Y Photo: Dąbrowa .

So, I rush to the office on ul. 1 Maja. Traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on, it’s Dabrowa-Tarnowska, not New York City! But nooo, everyone and their grandma decided to drive today. I’m stuck behind this old lady who’s going 20 in a 50 zone. I’m yelling, “C’mon, lady! I got stocks to trade!” She just looks at me like I’m the crazy one.

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