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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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After that, I’m trying to get back to work when I see my buddy, Jarek, coming down ul. Główna. He’s got this huge grin on his face. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out he just got a new job at the local brewery. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous. I mean, who wouldn’t want to work with beer?

It is from the 1970s. The mosaic in Kowary will be restored