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About Bydgoszcz

So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

Finally, I get back to the shop. Power’s back! Yay! I’m like a kid on Christmas morning. I throw the dough in the oven, and it’s lookin’ good. But then, my buddy Tomek shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a cat riding a dog!” I’m like, “What?!” But honestly, in Gryfino, that’s not even the weirdest thing I’ve heard.

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