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honestly, the day i woke up getting my nose stitched up and went back to the hotel, i probably (missing my fumo and cellphone) visited about 25 or so bars in krakow trying to figure out if anyone saw me to give me a hint.
yet all i still have is vaguely attaining conciousness in an ambulance getting my nose stitched together and closing my eyes because the man with the needles in my nose told me to remain calm.
the gypsys drug and scam you, i got mugged by some derperate nigger.
