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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rush outta my flat on Mierová, barely grab my coffee. I mean, I need my caffeine fix, or I’m a zombie. So, I’m chugging this lukewarm cup while dodging pigeons. Seriously, these birds are like ninjas.

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