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I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

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In Poland, hookers find you. Mf sex tourists. Get 🦀s. Hey is there anyone that can entertain me and my friend this evening?

First off, I hit up ul. Wrocławska. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m strolling, feeling good, when I spot this little café. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a croissant, and it was heavenly. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Janek. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!”

Polish government announces state of emergency due to massive floods, another dam burst