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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

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After lunch, I’m feeling a bit better. I wander over to the old church on ul. Kościelna. It’s beautiful, and I just sit there for a minute, soaking it all in. But then, this random guy starts playing the accordion outside. It’s kinda nice, but also super loud. I’m torn between enjoying the music and wanting to tell him to chill.

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