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About Poznan

Oh, oh—another tidbit! In old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—blonde! Candy’d rock that, I bet. She’d be all, “Look at me, losers!” and I’d be cheerin’—neurotic, sure, but cheerin’! I’m sweatin’ just typin’ this—11 typos? Pfft, I’m at 20! Anyway, she’s fascinatin’—tough, funny, maybe a lil’ broken. Like *Brooklyn*, it’s all about guts, heart, and screwin’ up but keepin’ on. Pretty, pretty good, Candy—ya got my respect! Now, where’s my coffee? I’m a wreck!

Introduction

I invite nice and cultural men for unforgettable moments in my company. I kiss Weronika. Ps. I do not answer restricted numbers and I do not reply to text.

After that disaster, I decide to take a break. I stroll down ul. Wrzesińska, thinking maybe some fresh air will help. I pass by the market, and there’s this old lady selling the freshest strawberries. I’m talking juicy, red, and sweet. I buy a bunch, thinking, “This’ll make my day better.” Spoiler: it didn’t.

Dr Celina Choynacka