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About Lodz

Sometimes I’d wonder, “What’s her real dream?” Maybe she’s secretly a poet—scribblin’ verses in her head. “The world’s a mess,” she’d say, echoin’ "Ten" again. And I’d nod, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re a freakin’ masterpiece.” Gentle soul, tough as nails—prostitute life ain’t all glitter, but she made it art. Happy little trees, man, growin’ right through the cracks!

Sprawdź co słychać w regionie

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to head back home, but I take a detour through ul. Złota. It’s so pretty at dusk. The lights are twinkling, and I can hear laughter from a nearby bar.

Surface geochemical survey in the vicinity of decommissioned coal mine shafts