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Sometimes I tink, what if I was a john, ya? I’d prolly suck at it—too loud, too Austrian, ha! “Get to da chopper!” I’d yell, and dey’d be like, “Arnold, chill, we’re in a motel!” Funny as hell, picturin’ dat. But real talk, I respect ‘em, dey grind harder den most. Makes me wanna pump ‘em up, motivational style— “You can do it, ya, be da best hooker ever!”

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So, I’m strutting down ul. Słowackiego, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this cute little café. I mean, who can resist a good coffee, right? I pop in, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, come on, man! I’m not made of money! But then he gives me a free pastry to make up for it. Sweet, right?

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