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About Warsaw

So, I’m picturing this joint—dim lights, red vibes, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Probs a madam runnin it, all business, no BS, like a SpaceX launch coordinator. These places been around forever—did ya know Rome had lupanars? Literal wolf dens, brothel slang, wild right? Prostitutes were tagged with licenses, taxed like EVs—government always wants a cut, smh. Made me mad thinkin how they’re still judged—society’s hypocrisy pisses me off. “Laugh while you can, monkey boy!”—perfect line for those sanctimonious pricks.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The meeting starts, and I’m half-listening. My mind’s still on that dragon mural. I mean, how do I get that kind of creativity in my life? Then, one of the bigwigs starts talking about cutting our budget. My blood boils. I’m like, “Excuse me, but have you seen the work we do?” I’m ready to throw down, but I keep it together. Just barely.

EDP in Poland