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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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I remember one day, oh so madly, a client complained 'bout tight knots, but I knew every street corner like my flesh. In Kraków's old town—the cobbles, the whispers in the wind—they speak secrets if you listen. Gossipy alleys, tiny cafes near Floriańska Street, filled with grub and urgent laughter, tickling my ears like sibilant names... We swears!

Mr. Drew and his Animals Too moving from Lewiston to Poland