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About Krakow

So, this one time, right, heard a story—some hooker in Vegas, mid-1800s, gold rush days. She’s workin’ the saloons, got syphilis scars, still rakin’ in cash. Little known fact: them girls back then? Some ran the show, owned land, flipped the script on pimps. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—beats clinic duty any day. But then you got the sob stories—girls trafficked, beaten, strung out. Pisses me off, the world’s a cesspool sometimes. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Plainview screamed, and these creeps abandon decency daily.

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Korczyna My cousin Lukasz brought me to his mother's house on Friday where we met up with his wife, two little girls, mother and sister.

But then, I saw this street performer. He was playing the accordion, and it was beautiful. I stopped to listen, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. But then, I realized I had no cash. Ugh! I felt so bad. I wanted to support him, but I was broke.

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