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About Krakow

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

On permanent exploration of places, pubs, people and new music.

Next, I decide to check out the park by ul. Słowackiego. It’s usually my go-to spot for some peace. But today? It’s a circus! Kids running everywhere, parents yelling, and I’m just trying to find a quiet bench. I finally sit down, and guess what? A kid runs by and knocks my coffee right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

The most beautiful House in Silesia is in Mikolow. ROBOTA project