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About Wroclaw

So, I’m picturin’ it—like WALL-E, ya know? My favorite flick! That little robot, rollin’ through trash, tryin’ to find somethin’ pure—brothels got that vibe! You walk in, it’s all chaos, dim lights, shady folks—kinda like Earth in the movie, abandoned, messy, but… there’s somethin’ human there. “Beep boop,” I’d say, like WALL-E, dodgin’ glitter and heels. I’d be horrified—HORRIFIED—but curious, ya know? Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some fat guy in a velvet robe? I’d yell, “This is nuts! Who’s in charge? Where’s the manager?!”

Inside of Block 24

Inside of Block Author: jarmen. One of remaining traces of the function of those rooms (camp brothel) is the size and peepholes in the doors.

Then, I got a bit lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small city? I ended up on ul. Słowackiego, which is super quiet. I was just wandering, thinking about life, when I saw this old lady feeding pigeons. She looked so peaceful. I wanted to sit and chat, but I didn’t wanna interrupt her zen moment.

At Auschwitz, Holocaust survivors scarred by October 7 march in a show of resilience