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About Gdansk

Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, liftin’ ya up floors, but today, I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prossie. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, in the dimly lit corners where the ne’er-do-wells roam! Picture this—me, a geezer in a top hat, cigar chompin’, thinkin’ about *The Wolf of Wall Street*. That flick’s my jam—Leo, the mad lad, swimmin’ in cash, hookers on speed dial. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” he roars, and I’m like, same, bruv, when I’m scoutin’ the night!

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek bursts in. He’s all hyped up about this new café on ul. Wrzosowa. Says they have the best pastries. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t even think about pastries right now!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m thinking, “Fine, let’s take a break.”

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