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About Gdansk

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

Then, I had to check on this old bridge on ul. Wyszyńskiego. It’s like, ancient, and I’m supposed to make sure it doesn’t crumble into the river. I get there, and what do I find? A bunch of kids skateboarding on it! Like, seriously? I’m trying to save the bridge, and they’re treating it like a half-pipe. I yelled, “Hey! This ain’t a skate park!” They just laughed and kept going. Ugh, kids these days!

Celebrating the Centennial of “The Miracle on the Vistula”