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About Warsaw

Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the park by ul. Słowackiego. It’s got this chill vibe, you know? I plopped down on a bench, munching on my paczki, feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this squirrel comes up. I swear it was plotting something. It stared at me like I owed it money. I tossed it a piece of my pastry, and it took off like it just won the lottery.

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