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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomek shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a goat on ul. Piłsudskiego!” I’m like, “A goat? In the middle of the city?” I thought he was pullin’ my leg. But nope, he swears it was there, munchin’ on some grass like it owned the place. Classic Luków, right?

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