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About Wroclaw

So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

Ogłoszenia Targówek Warszawa

But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, seriously? I’m an accountant, not a stuntman! I’m on the ground, and this lady walks by, looks at me, and says, “You okay, buddy?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my parkour skills.” She rolls her eyes and keeps walking. Rude!

Warsaw metro makes it to Targówek