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Favorite part? When they hit that spot—ya know, *that* spot—feels like the universe explodes, motherfucker! Like in *Turin Horse*, “Everything’s in ruins,” but good ruins, ya dig? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fuck yeah, untie them knots!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it’s my story! Downside? Costs a grip—50 bucks for 30 minutes? Robbery! Still, worth it, motherfucker.

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First off, I head to the market on Stary Rynek. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that one old lady who always tries to sell me her “secret” pickles. I swear, they taste like they’ve been marinating since the dinosaurs roamed. Anyway, I’m just browsing, minding my own biz, when I bump into my buddy Tomek. He’s all hyped about some new club opening on Słowiańska Street. Apparently, they got a DJ who’s gonna drop beats like it’s 1999. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a dealer, not a raver!” But he insists I check it out later.

Col. Krzysztof Olkowicz