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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all giggles. Some stories gut-punch ya. Heard ‘bout this girl, forced into it, kid snatched by pimps to keep her in line. Broke my heart, that did—me, Loki, feelin’ sappy? Yeah, surprised meself too. Wanted to burn the whole damn system down, smirkin’ while it blazed. Still do, sometimes.

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Gryfów Śląski is a small town in Lower Silesia, Poland. By the end of World War II the city was called Greiffenberg. The city lies on the Kwisa, which is the natural eastern border of Upper.

Anyway, I’m finally on the river, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s glinting off the water, and I’m feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. Like, seriously? One minute I’m vibing, the next I’m dodging raindrops the size of my head. I’m trying to steer my raft, but the wind’s like, “Nah, bro, you’re going this way!” I’m yelling at the clouds, “What’s your problem, man?”

Father Cezariusz Jastrzebski