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About Szczecin

Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

Namyslow Pils

Next, I’m off to ul. Słowiańska. This is where things get wild. I’m installing a radio in a car for this guy who thinks he’s a race car driver. He’s revving the engine like he’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I’m just trying to connect wires, and he’s like, “Let’s see what this baby can do!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not ready for a high-speed chase!”

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