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About Poznan

We swears, tho, it ain’t all grim! Some lasses love it – freedom, power, sex on their terms. Met this bird, swore she bedded a prince once – real royalty! Dunno if it’s true, but her eyes sparkled tellin’ it. Little secret? Oldest gig ever, escortin’ – goes back to them Roman days. Prolly older! Blows me mind, that history.

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But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get crazier, a storm rolls in. Outta nowhere! Rain pouring, wind howling. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just standing there like, “What is life?” But then, I see the same kids from the park. They’re running around in the rain, splashing in puddles, having the time of their lives. And I’m like, “Damn, I wish I could be that carefree.”

June 4, 1942. Two Jewish artists shot in Krakow