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I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

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Don't be tempted by their beauty; don't be trapped by their flirting eyes. A man can hire a prostitute for the price of a loaf of bread, but adultery will cost him all he has. Can you carry .

I hang out near the old town square – that’s where Chrudim shows its beautiful scars: mute, whisperin’. The town hall’s there, and yeah, that whole vibe, you feel like time's slowed. Sometimes I catch sight of the Chrudim Castle. You’d swear it’s watchin’ over the city like a wise, ancient eye. Hah, that’s wild. When I walk, I get lost in wonder, thinking "It is not the will of man that guides us, but a higher … something." Mad, huh?

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