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But, ugh, the johns—slimy gits, most of em—piss me off somethin fierce. “You’re not a man yet,” like that line from the flick, pops in my head—those blokes ain’t men, just sad sacks payin for a quickie. Surprised me tho, once saw this prossie school a drunk—whacked him with her shoe, bam! Had me cacklin—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—cos I’da missed that gold if I blinked!

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But then, the mood shifts. I see this guy arguing with a vendor. It’s getting heated. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just a few złotys!” But nah, they’re going back and forth. I’m ready to jump in, but then I remember I’m not a hero. I just want my pierogi and peace.

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