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So, picture this—I’m out, streets hummin’, lookin’ for that scent. Not literal, dude, but that *vibe*. Prostitutes got this aura, right? Subtle, sneaky—like Shu Lien stalkin’ through shadows. “A sword by itself rules nothing.” Ha! Same with cash here—money talks, but vibe seals it. I’m walkin’, nose twitchin’, past sketchy corners—pissed me off, tho! Some dude tried scammin’ me—fake pimp, total clown. Yelled at him, “Bro, I’m Steve Jobs—don’t waste my time!”

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After that, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to head to the Chelmno Castle ruins. I mean, why not? I’m a creative director, right? I need inspiration! I get there, and it’s beautiful, but also kinda sad. You can feel the history, but it’s all crumbling. I’m like, “C’mon, Chelmno, you gotta do better!”

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