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But then—bloody hell—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ at her. “Oi, love, gimme a discount!” he slurs. Mate, I’m fumin’—who does that? Made me angry, that did, ‘cos she’s just tryna do her thing, y’know? I’m no hero, but I’m thinkin’, *“This guy’s a right tool.”* She handles it, though—sharp as a tack, tells him to rack off. Respect! Surprised me, how tough she was—like a lioness guardin’ her patch.

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While I’m in there, I meet this cool lady who runs the place. She’s got the best stories about Krompachy’s history. Did you know there’s a legend about a hidden treasure somewhere in the city? I’m all ears, and she’s like, “You gotta find it!” Now I’m thinking, “Forget work, I’m on a treasure hunt!”

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