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About Gdansk

Oi, listen up, you lot! Erotic-massage, huh? Slimy hands all over ya, kneading bits ya didn’t know could feel *that* good—or bad, depends who’s rubbin’. Me, Cersei Lannister, reckon it’s a game of power, innit? Cold disdain in my veins, I’d watch ‘em squirm tryna please me. “I choose violence” if they muck it up—imagine some twit with greasy paws quoting *Carlos*, “Revolution’s not a dinner party,” while he’s slippin’ on oil. Ha! Made me laugh, that did—til it didn’t.

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First off, I hit up ul. Wrocławska for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, bless her heart, was having a rough morning. She spilled milk everywhere! I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, not rocket science! I was like, “Hey, it’s all good, just give me my caffeine fix!” But she was all flustered. I felt bad for her, but I needed that caffeine, ya know?

Bronislaw Komorowski: former radical turned consensus man