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About Katowice

Oh, and the smells—perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap wine. Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* scene, “Let’s keep going!”—they don’t stop, man, they can’t. Hustle’s real. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re droids too, programmed for survival. Pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so rough? Anyway, next time you see one, think bout that boat lady. Prostitutes, man—wild, tough, and damn human. R2-D2, get over here, I’m losin’ it!

Listening to God’s beloved daughters

A party of two Polish students is waiting for us to drive us to Zychlin. Each of our girls is warmly welcome by host families. The girls spend.

But then, outta nowhere, this random guy starts yelling at his dog. Like, dude, chill! The dog was just being a dog. I was ready to jump in and be like, “Hey, it’s not the dog’s fault you can’t control it!” But I held back. Zychlin’s got enough drama without me adding to it.

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