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About Bydgoszcz

Me, I’m ragin’ sometimes—why’s the world let ‘em rot? Happy, though, when I heard ‘bout one who scammed a lord—took his gold an’ bolted! Clever, tricksy girl! Surprised me, too—did ya know some ancient prostitutes were priestesses? Yeah, temple gals in Babylon, screwin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Makes ya think—sacred one day, scum the next. We hates it! All twisty-turny, like me guts after bad fish.

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My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question .

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is it. This is how I go.” Turns out, it was just some burnt popcorn in the break room. Seriously? Popcorn? I could’ve used that drama for a good story, but nope. Just popcorn.

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