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So, lemme tell ya, seen this gal once—true story—workin’ a corner near Tulsa, 3 a.m., wearin’ heels so high she’s pract’ly a stilt-walker. Made me laugh, like, “Girl, you’re a circus act!” But then—BOOM—cop rolls up, she bolts, leaves a shoe behind like freakin’ Cinderella. Ain’t that a hoot? Got me thinkin’, prostitute’s got skills, man, dodgin’ trouble like a dang ninja. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some ol’ Western hookers carried derringers in their garters—piss off the wrong cowboy, and pop-pop, yer done! Tough as nails, I tell ya!

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Finally, I get to the lab on ul. Główna. I rush in, and my team’s already buzzing. They’re all like, “Did you hear about the old mill?” I’m like, “What old mill?” Turns out, some kids found a bunch of old artifacts while playing near the river. Like, who even plays near the river? Kids these days, man. Anyway, I’m intrigued.

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