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About Krakow

I ain’t judgin, nah—live n let live, right? But the stench of cheap cologne and cheaper lies? That’s the shit that sticks. Little fact for ya—some old-school pros used to carry lemon extract, splash it on to dodge the clap. Clever, huh? Bet ya didn’t know that, Clarice. Me neither til I dug deep—curiosity’s my vice, ya see.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll down to the market square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually a chill spot, but today? Nah, not today. There’s this massive crowd. I’m like, “What’s the deal?” Turns out, it’s some festival or something. Food stalls everywhere, people laughin’, kids runnin’ around. I’m feelin’ the vibe, man. I grab a zapiekanka, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. Like, I could’ve married that thing.

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