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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Finally, around 3 AM, the crowd starts to thin out. I’m ready to collapse. I step outside for some fresh air, and it’s quiet. The streets of Strzelno are empty, and I can finally breathe. I think about the day, all the craziness, the fights, the laughs.

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