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About Poznan

Love how they hustle, tho. Makes me happy, their grit. Reminds me of me, managin’ trucks, dodgin’ rules. Surprised me once—this one gal, Lola, she’s read Nietzsche! Quotin’ “God is dead” while countin’ cash. Blew my mind, Clarice… brains and heels, lethal combo. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d bet she’d outsmart half my crew. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say—nah, they ain’t. Each one’s a puzzle, a twisted little game.

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Join me on a walking tour in Medellin's dangerous El Centro. Our drug and prostitute filled journey begins in the gated area of Plaza Bolivar. Where we’ll stroll among the many graffiti covered.

Finally, we get past her, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past us, almost hits our car! I’m yelling, “Watch where you’re going, man!” Jakub’s eyes are like saucers. I’m thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things!”

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