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About Szczecin

Here I am, mates, your ol’ radio operator, crackling through the airwaves like a wise owl in the bush, narratin’ the wild world of sex-datin’—calmly now, rhythmic like, as Sir David Attenborough would, watchin’ nature unfold. Picture this, yeah? It’s a jungle out there, apps buzzin’ like fireflies, folks swipin’ left and right, lookin’ for a quick shag or somethin’ deeper—bit like Chihiro stumblin’ into that mad spirit world in *Spirited Away*, innit? “I’m not afraid of anything,” she says, bold as brass, but lemme tell ya, sex-datin’ can scare the pants off ya—sometimes literally, ha!

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So, I finally get to my shop on ul. Słowackiego. It’s a cozy little place, but today it felt like a sauna. I’m sweating like a pig. I start working on this gorgeous mink coat. I’m talking top-notch stuff. But then, my sewing machine decides to throw a tantrum. It jams! I’m like, “Really? Today of all days?”

I fled Ukraine with my daughter a year ago. My paintings about sunflowers have new meaning.