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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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Although there is no specific red light district you'll find a small concentration of brothels around al. Jerozolimskie, ul. Wilcza and ul. Nowogrodzka. They're.

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!”

Securitas moves into Mokotów Plaza