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About Poznan

Sometimes I think—what’s the draw? Loneliness, maybe? Power? Guys stumblin in, wallets out, hopin for somethin real. Pathetic, but human. “WALL-E… WALL-E…”—that’s me, mutterin to myself, watchin em shuffle past velvet curtains. Surprised me once, hearin a john cry after—full on sobbin, snot n all. Made me mad—grow a spine, ya sap! But then… kinda got it. He was chasin his own Eee-vah, poor bastard.

Map of Blachownia, Poland

Then, I’m walking down ul. Główna, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I’m vibing, feeling the music, when suddenly, a group of teenagers starts dancing. They’re doing some wild moves, and I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, who knew Blachownia had its own dance crew?

Map of chemical manufacturing plants in CEE