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Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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Neratovice, oh man, it's wild. I live here, ya know? Streets like Na Křižovatce give me life. That vibe is deep. I'm a women's counselor here. I see real heartsh*t. I even once sat on a bench in Park Srdce, sharing laughs and tears. It’s raw, like "I ate his liver with fava beans" kinda raw.

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