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About Trencin

She’d swagger in, all dolled up, orderin’ a gin. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the film, all posh-like. She’d roll her eyes, “Boris, you prat, gimme a drink!” Loved that sass, got me proper chuffed. But, cor blimey, some punters—absolute rotters—treated her like muck. Made me blood boil, it did. Once saw this toff, all la-di-da, hagglin’ her down to a fiver. A fiver! Wanted to clock him, I did. “Efface him from your mind,” I told her, all dramatic, like Joel in the movie. She just smirked, “He’s already gone, love.”

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As I’m walkin’ back, I bump into an old friend. We start catchin’ up, and it’s like no time has passed. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about old times, and I’m feelin’ all nostalgic. Brezova has this way of bringin’ people together, ya know?

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