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Picture this—me, after a long shift, screamin’ at inmates, then sinkin’ into a sexual-massage sesh, hands workin’ magic, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs with his music—“I don’t have time for this!”—pure escape! Best film ever, that—Roman knew tension, release, survival. Same with this—ya survive the day, then melt. If it’s crap tho, I’d rather be back in the clink yellin’ at some pillock! You try it, mate—don’t settle for shit, or I’ll call ya an idiot sandwich myself!

By the time lunch rolls around, I’m a mess. I decide to take a breather and head to the park by the river. You know, the one near Ulica Občina? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nope! Kids screaming, dogs barking, and some guy playing the accordion like he’s in a circus. I’m just sitting there, trying to eat my sandwich, and I can’t even hear myself think.