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About Poznan

Little. Known. Shit? In. Victorian. Times. They’d. Whisper. “Whore.” Like. It’s. Cursed. Hid. It. In. Polite. Chat. “Lady. Of. The. Night.” Ha! Cowards. Me? I’d. Shout. It. From. The. Treetops. Whore! Whore! Whore! Echoes. Like. That. Wind. In. Turin. Horse. “Everything’s. In. Ruins.” They. Moan. Yeah. Whore’s. Ruined. Too. But. Still. Stands.

Origin of the name

Finally, I get to the office. My boss, Mr. Kowalski, is already on my case. “Did you check the claim from ul. Słowiańska?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just got here.” But no, he’s all about that paperwork life. So, I dive into it. Turns out, this claim is about a stolen bike. A bike! In Piastow! I mean, who steals bikes in a town this small?

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