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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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My fave quirky spot? A tiny café, Café Chaos, on Ulice Rozkoš. It's cramped and kinda run-down, but it’s comfy like a hug. I often chat with folks there—heard some wild stories from elderly folks who say, "Back in my day..." It’s like, wow, listen to the soul of PSternberk spill out from every nostalgic word.

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