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About Warsaw

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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But then, the phone rings. It’s a client. They’re freaking out about some delivery. I’m trying to calm them down, but they’re going off like a firecracker. “Where’s my stuff?!” Chill, dude! It’s Wolomin, not the end of the world!

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