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But—argh!—we’s mad too! Them characters, so flat sometimes, ugh! “My heart, it trembles, precious!”—where’s that in *Escort*? We wants tears, not just explosions! Surprised us, tho—this one scene, escort bot hummin’ a tune, real soft. Made us stop gnashin’ our teeth—huh, maybe they got heart after all? Nah, we’s exaggeratin’, it’s still loud bang-bang nonsense half the time!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Námestie Slobody. You know, the one with the killer pastries? I ordered a croissant and a coffee. The barista, this dude named Jozef, was all smiles. But then, bam! My coffee spills everywhere. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my morning! I was mad, but Jozef just laughed it off. “It’s just coffee, bro!” he said. I mean, easy for him to say, right?

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