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Had one once, legit, in Bangkok—surprised me, bro! Lady’s like, “You want happy end?” I’m all, “Huh, wut?” Didn’t know the code, felt dumb as a stump. She giggled, I blushed—fuckin’ embarassin’. But damn, those hands? Magic. Like Boonmee’s jungle, all mysterious, “The wind is strong today,” he’d say. Felt that breeze in my soul, ya know? Tension gone, bam, like I shed a past life.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m thinking, “Okay, let’s salvage this day.” I head over to the market near ul. Sienkiewicza. It’s buzzing with people, vendors shouting about fresh veggies and flowers. I grab some strawberries, and they’re so sweet, I could cry.

It’s not your grandparents’ Poland anymore. Or is it?