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Me mate, Sméagol, he’s all soft, says, “Oh, they’re just lost souls!” Piss off, Sméagol! They’re crafty, some of ‘em—charge ya double, nick ya wallet! But, heh, found one once, proper fit, made me happy—wee dance in me head! Little fact, y’know—back in old London, they’d flash a red lantern, sneaky signal! Cool, innit?

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I love parkin' by the river Vltava. It’s, uh, calm, almost like a soothing background to all our family dramas. As a family psych, I've seen life unravel right in these quiet corners. Funny though, every park bench, every shady tree has got memories. Kinda makes you think, you know? The city’s got hidden gems – like that funky little café, Rychlík, with mismatched chairs and a killer espresso. The owner? A riot, always ranting about life's absurdities, c’mon, it's like something out of a movie.

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