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Weirdest thing? Found one who knew Polish hymns—swear down! Hummed ‘em like Ida’s aunt. Freaked me out—007 don’t do ghosts! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s my yarn. Look, findin’ a prossie’s a game—play it cool, tip big, don’t be a twat. “Truth always comes out,” Ida reckoned. Same here—keep it real, mate. Shaken, not stirred—always.

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

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