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About Gdansk

How you even find ‘em? Apps now, bro—tech’s nuts! Used to be street corners, now it’s swipe-right-for-thighs. I’m scrollin’, yellin’ “LET’S GET WEIRD!” at my phone. Favorite spot? This dive bar where they hang—smells like regret and cheap perfume. Perfect. “I’m too old for this,” I groan, but nah, I dive in—chaotic energy MAXED.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Gorzyce.

First off, I hit up ul. Główna for my morning coffee. Best place, no doubt. The barista, Kasia, she’s a legend. She knows my order by heart. I walk in, and she’s like, “Hey, bone man! Usual?” I’m like, “You know it!” But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. No coffee, no light, just chaos. I’m standing there like, “What’s next? A meteor shower?”

Vistula River Flooding, Southeastern Poland