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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Now, here's some personal dirt: one time in Třída Svobody, I sat under a clanky tree, cryin' my eyes out and laughing like a lunatic 'cause I remembered, "Action is the antidote to despair." Man, it hit hard, super relatable boss-level "Oldboy" wisdom vibes, ya know?

February 1929: Czech record low temperature of -42C registered