Languages

"You used foul language. They could have escorted you out of the restaurant, you know...?"

"What foul language...?"

"'F' word..."

"Me...? 'F' word? I never talk with 'f' word, are you ok...?"

"You were very loud saying in Romanian 'fac' a couple of times, when you were upset with the app... It's all they heard, those guys..."

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