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About Poznan

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

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When an outlaw discovers his enemy is being released from prison, he reunites his gang to seek revenge.

After that, I decide to hit up the park by the San River. It’s so pretty there, especially in the spring. The flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining. I’m feeling all zen, right? But then, I see a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re running around like little maniacs, and one of them kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me.

Mystery of 500-year-old mass grave containing corpses of 115 CHILDREN with coins stuffed in their mouths