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About Graz

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, got a tale t’ spin ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—aye, a saucy one! Picture this: I’m stumblin’ through Warsaw, y’know, like in me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—that Polanski gem from 2002. Dark streets, broken souls, an’ me, a pirate with a thirst fer somethin’… *unconventional*. “I’m hidden, like a crocodile in a ditch,” I mutter, slurrin’ me wits, searchin’ fer a lass who trades coin fer company.

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I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.