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About Gdansk

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

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“Where Do We Go Now?” is a tale of heartbreak draped in delicate melodies that takes us to - what Gracie calls - her «most secret places». “Where Do We Go Now?” is also a question.

I’m losing my patience, but then I see this little kid on a scooter, zooming by. He’s having the time of his life, and I can’t help but smile. Kids just get it, you know? They don’t worry about parallel parking or roundabouts. They just ride.

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