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But gods, the stench down there—piss, ale, and desperation. Nearly gagged. What got me ragin’? This fat sod tried chargin’ me double—said I looked “highborn.” Cheeky bastard. “I choose violence,” I snapped, and he’s whimperin’, “No, m’lady, take her free!” Free? Ha! Like I’d touch his scraggly leftovers. “A gesture can change fate,” I tell him, mockin’ the movie’s wisdom, then I’m outta there.

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So, I bolt outta the office, and I’m sprinting down through the streets. I pass by the old church on the corner of Ulica 1. maja. It’s beautiful, but I barely notice. I’m on a mission! I get to the park, and it’s packed. There’s music, food stalls, and people dancing. I’m like, “This is what I needed!”