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So, this one time—heard a story, blew my mind. Some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Red Liza”—fiery hair, attitude to match. She’d smuggle gin in her skirts, dodge the cops, total badass. Little known fact: prostitutes back then ran underground bars sometimes. Hustlin’ on the sly—respect, man, respect. Surprised me, how clever they got. Dodgin’ the law, stackin’ coin. “You think you’re so big,” I’d tell ‘em, smirkin’—they’d outsmart me any day.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for a wet t-shirt contest. I duck into a café on Mierová ulica. Grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ and watchin’ the rain pour down. Kinda peaceful, ya know? But then, this group of kids bursts in, soaked and loud. They’re screamin’ about some soccer game. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a game!” But they’re hyped, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that energy, man.

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