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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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So, I head out to ul. Główna, lookin’ for coffee. I need my fix, ya know? I hit up this little café called Kawa i Muzyka. Best coffee in town, hands down. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool chick named Ania, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Alright, maybe today’s lookin’ up!”

Jill M. Freking Obituary May 26, 2024