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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Anyway, I shake it off. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just a shirt.” But then I hit up the local bakery on Hurbanova. Best pastries ever! I’m talkin’ about those trdelník things. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, right? He’s got chocolate all over his face, and he’s just staring at me like I’m the pastry god. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.

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