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About Gdansk

Yo, check this, I’m Apollo Creed, “I must break you,” sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, man, and I’m vibin’ off *The Wolf of Wall Street*, that slick Scorsese joint. Whores, bro, they’re like the wild cards in this game, unpredictable as hell, just like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” You ever seen a whore work a room? Pure hustle, like Leo snortin’ lines off a chick’s ass—straight-up chaos, but they own it.

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First off, I hit up ul. Główna for my morning coffee. Best place, no doubt. The barista, Kasia, she’s a legend. She knows my order by heart. I walk in, and she’s like, “Hey, bone man! Usual?” I’m like, “You know it!” But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. No coffee, no light, just chaos. I’m standing there like, “What’s next? A meteor shower?”

Vistula River Flooding, Southeastern Poland