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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Anyway, I decide to take a stroll down ul. Słowiańska. It’s a nice street, full of life. Kids playing, old folks chatting, and I’m just trying to shake off the coffee drama. Then, BAM! I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he’s got skills, I’ll give him that. I toss him a few złotys. Gotta support local talent, right?

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