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We dip into an alley, and shit, it’s gritty—smells like piss and regret. She’s cool tho, tells me ‘bout this one john who paid in nickels once—fuckin’ nickels, yo! I laugh my ass off, thinkin’, “People are wild!” But real talk, it’s risky biz—girls get nabbed by pimps, cops, or worse. Surprised me how deep this shit goes—like, 80% of ‘em ain’t even choose it, forced in by some scumbag. Makes me mad as fuck, but what you gonna do?

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Next, I decide to hit up the park by the river. You know, the one near ul. Księdza Biskupa Jordana? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re LOUD. Like, I’m trying to chill, and they’re screaming like it’s the World Cup or something. I’m just sitting there, sipping my coffee, and thinking, “Why can’t kids be quiet for five minutes?”

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