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Best bit? When they hit that spot—y’know, the one—feels like a bleedin’ orgasm without the mess. I’m lying there, thinking, “Christ, I’d kill for this after a mission.” Worst bit? Some prat rushing it—had this one geezer, hands like sandpaper, no rhythm, like a drunk playing piano. Pissed me off, that—waste of my time, innit? Should’ve shot him, ha! Nah, kidding—maybe.

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I finally settle on the park by ul. Lechitów. It’s a nice spot, but it’s also where the local cats hang out. And let me tell you, those cats are territorial. I’m setting up tables, and one of them just strolls up, looks me dead in the eye, and plops down on my tablecloth. I’m like, “Excuse me, Mr. Whiskers, this is not your throne!” But he just yawns. Cats, man.

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