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About Szczecin

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

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Turns out, there’s a festival happening at the park by ul. Wojska Polskiego. I’m like, “A festival? Right now? I can’t just leave my stove!” But Tomek’s got that look in his eyes, you know? The “you only live once” look. So, I’m like, “Fine, let’s go check it out.”

Raised with miracle of parents’ survival, author writes magical Holocaust tales