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Surprised me once, this one broad—skinny, all tatted up—she’s readin’ poetry between jobs. Poetry! I’m thinkin’, “Gabagool, this ain’t your average skank!” Maybe she’s dreamin’ of Paris, like Amélie’s little world. Makes ya wonder, y’know? What’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale—more twists than a Sopranos sit-down.

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After that, I head to the community center on ul. Górska. We had this big meeting planned. I’m all pumped to talk about the new park project. But guess what? Half the people don’t show up! Like, where are you guys? It’s not like we’re meeting in the middle of nowhere. Zawoja is beautiful! You can’t just ghost on a community meeting. Ugh!

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