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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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A breezy poll Polish police gave 80 prostitutes from the greater area of Warsaw and Gdansk last year led to a pretty bad result: a third of the girls tested positive for HIV. Twenty weiners.

So, when you visit, run, scurry around these alleys and squares, feel every cobblestone, listen to the swirl of the city. Let every twist remind you of a scene from Oldboy, every pause be dramatic, every whispered word a secret! We swears! Oh, the thrill, the raw, unruly passion of Poland (us)! And if you wander off to those lesser-known spots—like that tiny park near Karmelicka—remember, we swears, the city is alive and always watchin', laughing, and crying along with us.

Queues at the border with Poland in May and June 2025: repairs at checkpoints and alternative routes