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About Warsaw

Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ ‘em struttin’ past the White House, wavin’ at me—ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’d outsmart half my cabinet, includin’ me! “The street is my concert hall,” they’d holler, like Szpilman with his keys. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, they’re *real* high society, sipin’ tea with the Queen—yeah, right! Opinion? They’re tougher than a two-dollar steak, and I respect that.

Poland Whore

Modification (color/removal of text) by Sarah Cohen-Smith of Todros Geller's From Land to Land, , wood engraving.

But then, just as I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy, I get a text. It’s from my workshop. Someone found my tools! I’m like, “No way!” Turns out, that sketchy dude was just a kid who thought they were abandoned. I’m relieved but also kinda annoyed. I mean, why can’t people just ask?

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