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Sometimes I think—dang, it’s art, yknow? Hands dancin, makin ya feel alive, like paint on a canvas. Favorite part? When the tension melts, whoosh, gone—like magic. Tho, gotta say, some creeps out there ruin it, pushin boundaries. Makes me mad as hell—keep it chill, dudes! Ain’t no one here for your bullshit.

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First off, I’m a violin maker. Yeah, I know, kinda niche, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little café on ul. Piłsudskiego. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, feeling all artsy, when I bump into old Mrs. Kowalska. She’s like 90 and still sharp as a tack. She starts rambling about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he’s the “next big thing” in the feline world. I’m just nodding, thinking, “Lady, I make violins, not cat careers.” But she’s sweet, so I humor her.

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