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About Warsaw

What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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La rencontre des personnes prostituées sur les lieux de prostitution est, chaque semaine, dans une vingtaine de villes françaises, au coeur de l’action de nos équipes bénévoles. En , le Missing: Raciborz.

So, I head back to the mural, and I’m sketching away. Suddenly, it starts to rain. Of course! Just my luck, right? But I’m not letting that stop me. I’m under this awning, sketching like a madman. The rain’s coming down, and I’m just vibing.

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