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About Lublin

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

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We all gathered around, and I was just happy. I mean, pizza makes everything better, right? But then, I realized I had a meeting in 10 minutes. I was like, “Noooo!” I had to scarf down my slice like a madman. I swear, I almost choked.

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