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About Warsaw

So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

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After that little adventure, I decide to hit up the local market on ul. Kościuszki. It’s packed, like always. I’m weaving through the crowd, dodging grannies with their shopping carts. Seriously, they’re like ninjas! I finally make it to my favorite stall. Fresh fruits, veggies, you name it. I grab some apples, and the vendor, old Mr. Kowalski, starts telling me about his grandkids. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I gotta go!”

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