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I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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First stop, the marina. I’m a sailor, right? Gotta check on my boat, the “Sea Breeze.” Sounds fancy, huh? But it’s more like a floating rust bucket. Anyway, I’m cruisin’ down Mierová Street, and boom! I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, tryin’ to cross the street. He’s got this wild white beard, lookin’ like a wizard or somethin’. I’m like, “Yo, man, you need a hand?” He just grins and says, “Nah, I’m just practicing my magic.” I laugh, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re gonna need more than magic to survive these cars!”

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