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Love me some Brokeback, tho—those mountains, that quiet pain. Escort? Ain’t quiet, just whines. “This ain’t no way to live,” I snarl, watchin’ it stall. Buddy o’ mine had one—swore it was “reliable.” Bullshit. Broke down every damn week. Laughed my ass off, dark-side style. “Your lack of faith disturbs me,” I told him. He sold it—good riddance.

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After what felt like hours, we finally wrap it up. I’m exhausted. But then, I get a message from my friend Kasia. She’s at the park on ul. Parkowa, and there’s a food truck festival happening. I’m like, “Count me in!”

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