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Gets me giddy, y’know—fingers itching, heart thumping like a drum solo. But—argh!—tuning’s a nightmare, slippery as a greased eel. Pegs wobble, drives me up the wall—nearly chucked it out the window once, but then it sang, sweet as a lark, *alauda arvensis*. Surprised me, that—thought it’d croak like a dying swan, but nah, pure magic.

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Finally, I get to the meeting at some café on ul. Krakowska. It’s cute, but packed. I grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m feeling a bit better, ya know? But then, my client is late. Like, super late. I’m sitting there, watching the clock, and I’m thinking, “Dude, I could’ve been at the mine, checking out the salt sculptures!”

Krakow’s worth its salt!