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About Krakow

Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

Randki Lwówek Śląski

Finally, we get moving again, and I’m relieved. But then, I get this business dude in a suit. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Chill, man, it’s just an elevator.” He starts talking about stocks and investments, and I’m just nodding, pretending I understand. I mean, I barely understand my own paycheck!

A New Home: Korean Orphans in Poland During the 1950s