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About Katowice

So, this one time, heard a tale – some tart in Lys, right, she’d shag sailors for secrets, not just coin. Clever bitch, that one! Built a whole spy ring, they say, till some fat merchant snitched. Got her head lopped off – surprise, surprise, men hate a lass with brains. Reminds me of Solomon, y’know, “I will not fall into despair,” he said. Prostitutes got that grit too, scrappin’ to live. Makes me smirk – they’re tougher than half my guards.

Sex phone Kudowa-Zdrój

Then, I head over to ul. Słowackiego. There’s this little market poppin’ off. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this lady tries to sell me pickled herring. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she’s persistent! “It’s the best in town!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a forest master, not a fish connoisseur!”

Poles honour the dead at Skull Chapel