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About Katowice

So, I roll up to this spot once, right? Shady little dive, neon flickerin like it’s bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret – “the horse plods, unyielding.” Girls there, man, they tough as nails, smilin through the grit. One chick, she tells me this story – swear it’s true – bout some dude who paid in gold teeth! Pulled em outta his mouth, plopped em down, like, “Take it, sugar!” I’m dyin laughin, but damn, that’s dark too.