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And don’t get me started on the happy bits—rare, but they hit hard. Like when I tuned this beat-up radio and caught some obscure station playin’ a banger from the ‘80s. Felt like a win, a middle finger to the whore-ness of life. Made me grin like a twat. But then—bam—signal dropped. Typical. Whore strikes again, teasin’ ya then ghostin’. “Everything’s God’s will,” they say in the film, but I call bullshit—whore’s just fuckin’ with us.

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whore” Mark is. But I don't think I could live with watching a medical show without romance between coworkers. Then it would be like real.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in Marki, right? You know, that chill little town just outside Warsaw. I mean, it’s not exactly the big city, but it’s got its own vibe. Streets like Piłsudskiego and Słowackiego are just begging for a stroll.

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