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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Oh man, I gotta mention: Chrudim is odd sometimes, maddeningly lovely and unexpected. On rainy nights, puddles mirror the old neon signs of a bar on Dvorská. It’s magical… “I don’t know what it means, but it’s beautiful,” like a line straight out of that movie, Children of Men. It reminds me how time slips away but memories, man, they linger.

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