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About Poznan

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. Turns out, some dude’s trying to show off his “skills” in the square. He’s flipping around like he’s in a circus or something. I’m just standing there, rolling my eyes. Like, bro, this ain’t the Colosseum. But hey, I gotta admit, he’s got some moves.

Figs 2-4. Petiole and postpetiole in queens of Myrmica karavajevi (2)...