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Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Sprawa z Gryfowa Śląskiego w Magazynie Ekspresu Reporterów.

Historia Gryfowa jest długa i jak dzieje wielu innych miast śląskich — często dramatyczna. Według kronikarzy zaczyna się w w. X, lecz tradycja łączy jej początki z osobą Bolesława .

After the storm passes, I’m back on track. I float past the old mill on ul. Wrocławska. It’s this cool old building, all rustic and charming. I can’t help but smile. Gryfów has this vibe, you know? It’s like a mix of history and chill. But then, I see a group of kids on the bank, throwing rocks. I’m like, “Hey, watch it!” But they just laugh and keep going. Kids, man. They’re fearless.

Father Cezariusz Jastrzebski