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About Gdansk

Walked by once, smelled cheap perfume—gagged, man, nasty. Girls waved, I glared—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” They giggled, didn’t care. Happy for ‘em, kinda—tough life, still smilin’. Surprised me, honestly, thought they’d be broken. *Turin Horse* vibes again—“all things waste away.” But nah, they hustle, they live. Respect that, sorta.

Nearest Cities

I’m running back home, slipping on the wet pavement. I’m cursing under my breath. “Why today? Why now?” But then I see the rainbow. It’s huge, stretching over the river. I stop, just for a sec. It’s beautiful. Makes all the chaos worth it.

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