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Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

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I finally find a bench near the river. The Warta is flowing, and it’s kinda peaceful. I take a deep breath, trying to focus. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I can’t help but eavesdrop. “You never listen!” “I do too!” Classic. I’m thinking, “Man, I’m glad I’m single.”

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