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Got me ragin’ though—blokes treatin’ her like dirt, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. Pisses me off! But then—HA—she winks at me, cheeky minx, and I’m all flustered, red as a beetroot. “You’re alive, you’re alive,” like Saul’s mate whispers in the film, y’know? She’s fightin’, survivin’, same as them poor sods in the camps.

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In the dystopian world of , your journey will take you from a hopeless graduate to a thriving bu Observe and remember all the details. Don’t miss any unusual situations. If you find .

After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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