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About Warsaw

So, picture this—dingy rooms, stained sheets, girls with eyes deader than a King’s Landing corpse. I heard once, some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret tunnel from the 1700s—smugglers used it, now it’s for sneaking out drunk johns. Wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinking of those fools stumbling in the dark. I’d burn it down, tho—too messy, too loud. “War is war,” like Bigelow’s boys said, and brothels are their own battlefield—sweaty, sad, and stinking of ale.

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Next, I wandered over to the promenade. It was packed! Families, kids, ice cream everywhere. I swear, I saw a kid drop their cone and it was like a scene from a movie. Slow-mo, tears, the whole shebang. I felt for the little dude. But then, I saw a couple of teenagers trying to impress their friends with some skateboarding tricks. They were failing hard. I mean, one dude wiped out so bad, I thought he’d need a medic. But hey, at least he got a laugh out of it.

Where is the dividing line between you and the world?