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Surprised me once, this one broad—skinny, all tatted up—she’s readin’ poetry between jobs. Poetry! I’m thinkin’, “Gabagool, this ain’t your average skank!” Maybe she’s dreamin’ of Paris, like Amélie’s little world. Makes ya wonder, y’know? What’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale—more twists than a Sopranos sit-down.

Stary Mokotów, czyli Mon Coteau księżnej Izabeli Lubomirskiej

Mokotów is a district full of history and often undiscovered gems and secrets, today I invite you for a short walk around this district, which not only arouses my curiosity, but is also the birthplace .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, buckets of water! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I duck into this café on ul. Słoneczna. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee. I order a latte, and the barista’s like, “You look like you need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea!”

Curtis Plaza will disappear from Mokotow's landscape