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About Warsaw

I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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By the time it’s 1 AM, I’m exhausted. But then, this group of locals from ul. Główna comes in. They’re all smiles and good vibes. They buy me a drink, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe this job ain’t so bad.” We’re all laughin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how Strzelno’s got this weird charm. It’s small, but the people? They’re what make it special.

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