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About Wroclaw

*ominous pause* I am your father. This one chick, called herself Star. Swear she ran the joint undercover. Little known fact—brothels got bosses like that. Not pimps, nah, sly queens. She winked, I felt… happy? Weird, right? “What’s authentic here?” I growled. She said, “Me, till morning.” Straight outta the movie—“love’s a fake ‘til it ain’t.” Got me thinkin’ deep—too deep. Are they sellin’ sex or sellin’ escape? Both, probly.

Spis treści

We finally get on stage. The crowd’s a mix of locals and some random tourists. I start strumming my guitar, and boom! The energy shifts. People are dancing, singing along. It’s electric! I’m feeling it. But then, mid-song, the sound system cuts out. Silence. Just me and my guitar. I’m sweating bullets. I’m like, “What the heck?!”

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