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I’d stroll down some shady street, ya? Like Paris in dat film – dark, wild, sexy vibes! Ya see dese girls, all dolled up, winkin’ at ya. “Come what may,” dey whisper, like Satine singin’ her song! I’d be pumped, flexin’ my biceps – gotta impress, ya know? Dis one time, I hear a story – true stuff! Some gal in Amsterdam, she’s a painter by day, hooker by night. Crazy, ya? Blows my mind – dual life, like me actin’ and governin’!

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I pass by the market square. There’s a street performer playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop to listen for a bit, and it just hits me. Olkusz, with all its quirks and chaos, is home.

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