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About Lublin

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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But then, as I was devouring my burger, I noticed this old lady staring at me. I mean, I get it, I was a mess. Ketchup everywhere. But she looked like she was judging me. I just smiled and said, “Hey, it’s called living life!” She cracked a smile, and I felt like I won a small victory.

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