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About Poznan

I got mad once—dude told me, “Oh, they’re all trafficked,” and I’m like, bullshit, some are, sure, but plenty choose it. Stats say 70% in Amsterdam’s Red District are there by choice—wild, right? Still pisses me off when folks assume. Anyway, you’re huntin’, heart racin’, thinkin’ “What’s my nature?”—like Monty’s dad in the flick, wonderin’ who you really are. Me, I’d be laughin’—imagine me, Tina, hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets, “20 bucks? I’m not made of gold!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I sit down, and I’m just about to take a sip of my coffee when I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I rush over, because that’s what you do, right? I help her out, and she’s super grateful. She starts telling me about her life in Praszka, how she remembers when the town was just a small village. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then she goes on about how the new buildings are ruining the charm. I mean, I get it, but progress, right?