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I’m ragin’ tho—some punters think they own ‘em. Makes me wanna smash a goblet on their thick skulls. “Fear is a wonderful thing,” I mutter, like in *Inside Out*, when Riley’s all lost. Happy bit? Found this one bird—sharp as a whip, she was. Told me she once nicked a bloke’s purse mid-shag. Laughed me arse off—proper legend, that one. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect smarts with the looks.

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Then, I head over to ul. Krakowska. I love that street! It’s got this vibe, you know? Old buildings, people chatting, kids playing. But today? It’s like a scene from a horror movie. There’s this guy yelling at his dog. I mean, come on! The dog’s just trying to live its best life. I’m about to step in, but then I remember I’m not a dog whisperer.

Fig. 4. Osteichthyes remains from the Lower Gogolin Beds in Ząbkowice...