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Heya, doll! Oh my gawd, escort?! *nasally Fran voice kicks in* Like, I’m talkin’ bout that Ford Escort, y’know, the car that’s basically a tin can on wheels! *The Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! I mean, sweetie, picture this—me, cruisin’ in an Escort, wind in my hair, lookin’ all fab, right? Nah, that’s a lie, that thing’s a clunker! I saw one the otha day, rusted out, sittin’ there like, “I’m too tired to move.” Made me so mad—like, who lets a car get THAT sad? Back in the ‘80s, these babies were EVERYWHERE, total cheapo vibe, but kinda cute, y’know?

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After that, we decide to check out the local market on Námestie slobody. It’s buzzing with people. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some strawberries, and they’re HUGE! Like, I could use one as a baseball. I’m munching on them, feeling like a king.

A Slovak prisoner tattooed in Auschwitz, remained silent until he grew very old