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About Poznan

Favorite part? The absurdity—guys braggin’ about “conquests” like they’re war heroes. Bro, you paid for it! Chill! Reminds me of that film line: “I’m a star now!”—deluded as hell. Oh, and typos—brothle, brohtel, who gives a shit? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s me spillin’ my guts. Thoughts in my head? “Why’s this legal nowhere fun?” Exaggeratin’ for drama—brothels are like haunted houses, but with boners! Hella authentic, hella fucked. What you think, fam? Chaos enough?

Nearest Cities

In Warsaw, the whispers of luxury resonate with the beckoning allure of exclusive massage parlors where tension is skillfully unraveled, and tranquility envelops in private sanctuaries. .

But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just backed his car into a lamppost on ul. Kościuszki. I can’t even. He gets out, looking all confused. I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

WERNER JERKE: YOU ARE WHAT YOU COLLECT