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For the second time in 3 days, I watched Marek go off with a punter, in front of me.

The emotional impact was mitigated by the fact that he looked miserable, while sitting with the man and when he went off to the room with him. Anyone who knows Marek knows he likes to talk, likes to joke, likes to sing, tends to smile more than not. As he waited for the man to take him off, he was anything . . .

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