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About Wroclaw

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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In Poland the track was shared by the German trains using it as a corridor route and by Polish trains running to / from Bogatynia, a town in.

I stop by the park near the old church. It’s peaceful, and I finally take a deep breath. I sit on a bench, and this little kid runs up to me, asking if I have any candy. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a candy store!” But it’s cute. Kids are hilarious.

Turow: Vast Polish coal mine infuriates the neighbours