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About Lodz

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things,” y’know? So, grab a flagon, let’s chat about whores, ‘cause I’ve got thoughts brewin’. My fave flick’s *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—bloody masterpiece, that. Slow as hell, sure, but it’s got soul, like a good whore’s tale. “Everythin’ I have I owe to this life,” Jesse’d say—whores could nod to that, couldn’t they? Livin’ on the edge, cash for a tumble, it’s raw, messy, real.

Neighbouring gminas

First off, I hit the streets of Makow, and wow, the vibe was off the charts. The sun was shinin’ bright over the Rynek, and I could smell fresh bread from the bakery on ul. Kościuszki. I mean, who doesn’t love that? But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? It’s not even raining! My boots are soaked, and I’m already cranky.

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