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About Szczecin

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

What You'll Learn

Halfway through, I realize I forgot my tools. Classic me, right? So, I sprint to the nearest hardware store on ul. Piłsudskiego. I’m dodging people, tripping over my own feet. Finally grab what I need and race back.

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