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Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s me, Elon, your radio op spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m zippin’ through some dusty backroad, Anatolia-style, right? Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—that flick’s my jam, all slow-burn vibes and existential dread. “The night is long,” as the doc says in the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, too long to be cruisin’ solo with no action. So, I’m on a mission—find a prostitute, stat. Not some Tesla autopilot gig, nah, this is manual, gritty, human stuff.

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Then, I’m walking by the park near ul. Słowiańska. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. They’re yelling, running, and I’m just trying to enjoy the sun. One kid kicks the ball, and guess what? It hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But they just laugh. Kids, man. They don’t care.

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