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the neighborhood i grew up in was polish, italian, and black.
the italians used to show up at the church 'polish picnic' all loaded with an accordian and just wreck shit.
 
a romanian friend of mine's dad was a most excellent cook (used to work at a really good chicago restaurant) and would make simple stuff taste better than i'd ever had. so not all eastern europeans' food smells bad.
 
"smells bad" does NOT equal "tastes bad".

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