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About Wroclaw

Sailed into Tinder once—Jesus wept. Profiles scream “DTF,” but half’s married, other half’s bots. “This is gonna be so much fun,” they text, then ghost ya. Happened to me—met this lass, fiery redhead, said she’s “open-minded.” Two drinks in, she’s cryin’ about her ex. Spare me. Everybody lies, even me—told her I’m “a captain.” Ha! Barely steer a dinghy.

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So, I roll into town, and the first thing I notice is the vibe. It’s chill but kinda quirky. I’m walking down ul. Główna, and there’s this old-school bakery. The smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need a pastry!” So I grab a pączek, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I could’ve eaten a dozen. But I didn’t, because, ya know, moderation or whatever.