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About Poznan

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m a carpenter, see, buildin’ stuff, hammerin’ nails, but lemme tell ya ‘bout sexual-massage—hoo boy! Ain’t no sandin’ wood smoother’n that, if ya catch my drift. I’m talkin’ hands roamin’, oils flowin’, like fixin’ a cabinet but sexier. Back in Crawford, we’d joke—‘massage ain’t strategery,’ but dang, it’s close! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—well, ya don’t get fooled, ‘less it’s them hands trickin’ ya into bliss!

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The race starts, and I’m all in. Zippy’s finally in the zone, and we’re flyin’ down the track. I’m shoutin’ like a madman, “C’mon, Zippy! Let’s go!” But then, I see it. A freakin’ pigeon. Right on the track. Like, what are you doin’, buddy?

Teodor Pajewski and Emilia Kossower-Rozencwajg awarded for saving Jews