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About Krakow

Hmm… oh honey, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—y’know, like in *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore. “I’m not a child,” that line hits me everytime, makes me think of these gals out there, sellin’ what they got, livin’ loud. So, here’s the scoop—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, down by Springfield’s shady side. Wore heels higher than Homer’s cholesterol, ha! Made me laugh, but also—hmm… kinda sad, y’know?

Cafébabel is evolving!

While individual prostitution is legal in Poland, organised prostitution is a gray zone, with law generally falling on the "rather illegal" side.

But then, I’m walking back, and I see this guy on the corner of ul. Złota. He’s juggling flaming torches. Like, what? I stop to watch, and he totally drops one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. I mean, come on, it’s not every day you see a fire show gone wrong in the middle of the city!

"Death to the lyakhs!" — in Ukrainian students organized a "Run for Azov" in Warsaw*