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But ugh, the dudes cruisin’ by? Slimy! Made me wanna yell, “Homer, don’t you dare!” Hmm… creeps me out thinkin’ they’re somebody’s dad! And the smell—cigarettes, cheap perfume—gross! Reminds me of that nasty soup Dae-su chugs—blech! Oh, and fun fact—some prositutes use code words! Like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, right?

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Later, I wandered over to ul. Sienkiewicza. There’s this little music shop I love. I walk in, and the owner, an old dude named Zbyszek, is strumming a guitar. He’s got this wild hair and a beard like a wizard. I ask him about some new strings, and he starts telling me this crazy story about how he once played with a famous band. I’m like, “No way!” But he’s so serious. I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

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