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About Wroclaw

So, there’s this one bird—let’s call her Ruby, yeah? She’s a prozzie, been in and out my jail more times than I’ve had martinis. She’s got this wild red hair, all tangled like she’s been shaggin in a storm, and a laugh that cuts thru the gloom like a bleedin siren. First time I nabbed her, I was pissed—thought she’d knifed some punter. Turns out, the bloke just owed her cash, and she whacked him with a heel! Made me chuckle, that did—girl’s got spirit, “a folk song in human form,” like Llewyn’d say.

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So, I settled for a dry roll. Not the same, but whatever. I strolled down ul. Wolska, and the sun was shining. I mean, it was a nice day, but I was still grumpy. I passed by the park, and there were kids playing. Made me smile a bit, ya know? Kids have that magic.

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