these 502 bad gateway "cheat" codes... hmm... they're becoming more fun than i ever thought they might have ever been...

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czy widziałeś kiedyś błysk błyskawicy
bez: grzmotu?

have you ever seen a flash of lightning
without: hearing thunder?

do konća swoich dni, nawet jeszli miał bym
nie spotkać swego rodaka...
w gębie będe miał ten zór...
    tą mowe!

to the end of my days, even if i might not
meet a fellow countryman...
in this gob i will have this tongue,
this speak(ing)!

for what reason would i think that the process
of integration into a foreign culture
a foreign tongue implies that you forget
your inheritance,
no wonder all these Pakistanis immigrants
bred so much resentment into their children...
they were... LAY-ZEE... lazy!
being bilingual would be somehow what?
a ******* disability?!

                              in my case, they tried playing
the schizophrenic card...
but i'm not a child of first generation immigrants...
i'm an immigrant myself, aged 8...
*******!
                       i'll speak your tongue:
but you're not robbing me of my tongue...
as the great emperor Napoleon once said...
yes, and i also admire Robespierre...

the parents bred these monsters
however much you try, you might "think" you're
integrated... but you can't ******* pass off
as European... soppy story for someone else...
an Asian tries to be white...
but at least an African is always outright black...
and he knows it... Asians fool themselves
thinking they're tanned white people...
plus desperate white girls need African walking
******... i'm married to miss amber so
i'm sort of out of the picture...

        - a man who speaks two tongues is worth
two men...
ergo... this lingua franca of tourism that's
English and no longer the Shakespearean sort
of *******... well... now the English
can be reduced to what the Scots are...
accented *******... since they were lazy
in keeping their Gaelic...

only one people on these isles deserve my
respect... the Welsh...
a Wend among the Welsh...
well... wouldn't that be a story to tell someone,
eh?

come to think of it... only one city could
topple Paris with regards to my fascination...
Amsterdam didn't come close...
St. Petersburg... n'ah... Moscow... no chance...
ISTAMBUL...
   if it can't be Paris then it would most
certainly be Istanbul...

         i'm dreaming of the barber shops
and the brothels, or raven haired women...
    not exactly tanned, or copper necked...
somewhat Greek, Anatolian... make-shift brigade
of race... but clearly, ethnically Caucasian:
from the motherland... doing their washing
in the Caspian sea...

funny story... when studying chemistry at
the university of Edinburgh i came across
a Greek... so... what do you call it?
Istanbul or Constantinople?
          ha ha...      it was always going to be
the latter.