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About Katowice

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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Wonderful place to dance. I lived in Santiago almost my whole life and I have to say there is no other better place like this to party.

But then, I’m walking down ul. Piłsudskiego, and I see this old guy trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, a bike zooms past him. Almost took the poor guy out! I’m yelling, “Watch it!” like I’m some kind of superhero.

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