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About Katowice

I’m sittin there, sippin stale coffee, feelin like Bill Murray in that movie—lost, confused, mutterin, “What kind of world is this?” Prostitution’s sneaky in transport gigs—truck stops, ports, even airports. Little known fact: some drivers, they get lonely, right? Long hauls, no sleep, and boom—someone’s knockin on the cab window. “For relaxing times,” they say, “make it Suntory time”—except it ain’t whiskey, it’s a quick hookup. I’m laughin, but I’m pissed—focus on the road, idiots!

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Then, around 11 PM, the DJ drops this sick beat. The whole place goes wild! I’m bouncin’ to the music, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. But then, I see a fight breakin’ out near the bar. Ugh, not again! I sprint over, and it’s two guys, both way too drunk, throwin’ punches like they’re in a boxing ring.

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