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About Bydgoszcz

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

My Road of Torments from Demblin to Dachau

It's midnight on Dublin's Baggot Street and a young woman steps out of the shadows. Low-cut top, tight jeans and rolls of jet black hair pulled tight, she carries with her a story. Like every.

First off, I head down ul. Kościuszki, my usual route to the shop. But guess what? There’s a freakin’ parade! Like, who even organizes a parade on a Tuesday? I’m dodging people left and right, tryna get to my shop. I swear, I almost tripped over some kid’s balloon. Seriously, who gives a kid a balloon that big?

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