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But ugh, the stench of it all—sweaty men, cheap perfume—makes me wanna hurl. Gets me proper mad, too, cos half these girls ain’t choosing it—they’re stuck, like me with a crown I didn’t want. Surprised me once, tho—this one chick, she saved up, bought a tavern. Now she’s the queen of her own piss-soaked empire. “Witness me!” she’d yell, flipping off the world. Love that, I do—makes me wanna cheer, even if I’d never admit it.

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So, I’m walkin’ down ul. 3 Maja, tryin’ to shake off the bad luck. I pass by the old church, and man, it’s beautiful. The architecture is just somethin’ else. But then I see this kid, right? He’s throwin’ rocks at pigeons. I’m like, “Dude, chill! They’re just tryin’ to live!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.

Interview with June (Goldie) Mann, Holocaust Survivor