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About Gdansk

Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

Cafébabel is evolving!

First off, I hit up ul. 3 Maja. You know, the main street? It was buzzing! Like, people everywhere. I’m just trying to get to my shop, and there’s this dude selling hot dogs. I mean, c’mon! Who can resist? So, I grab one. Best decision ever. But then, I spill mustard all over my favorite fur coat. Ugh! I was fuming. Like, seriously?

I fled Ukraine with my daughter a year ago. My paintings about sunflowers have new meaning.