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About Szczecin

Oh, and the typos—fuck, my hands’re shakin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Oil everywhere, dim lights, some weirdo music playin’—it’s chaos, mate! Ever tried it? Pro tip: don’t skimp on the oil, or it’s like sandpaper on yer bits. Hella awkward. And the smells—lavender or some shit, makes ya wanna eat the air. I reckon it’s half massage, half mindfuck—ya don’t know what’s comin’, like Lenny in *Memento*, stumblin’ blind. “Memory can change the shape of a room”—damn right, ‘specially when yer floatin’ on a table.

Call to book

First stop, the local café on ul. Świdnicka. Best coffee in town, no cap. I walk in, and boom! The barista, Kasia, is blasting some old-school Polish pop. I’m vibing, but then she spills a whole latte on my favorite jacket. Like, come on! I’m trying to be a creative director here, not a walking coffee stain. I laugh it off, though. Gotta keep it light, ya know?

Two detained for Hitler birthday bash