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About Katowice

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? We’s talkin’ brothels today—nasty, filthy places! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—ugh! Reminds me of *Dogville*, that cursed town. “The world’s a rotten place,” Grace’d say, and brothels prove it. People buyin’ bodies like bread—disgustin’! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out.

la vida nocturna de Lublin

In the square there used to be the wooden buildings destroyed by fires several times, a city bathhouse and a brothel run by a city executioner who lived nearby.

First off, I had to head to a meeting at this café on ul. Krakowskie Przedmieście. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I’m talking about that place where they serve lattes with foam art that looks like a cat. I mean, who doesn’t love a cat in their coffee? But of course, I’m running late. Typical me. I sprinted out, tripped over my own feet, and almost face-planted on the cobblestones. Lublin’s streets are beautiful, but they’re like a trap for clumsy people like me.

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