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About Brno

They’re artists, tho, prostitutes—paintin’ survival. Body’s their canvas, streets their stage. “Clarice… such exquisite pain,” I’d muse, watchin’ em strut. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But that *Toni* scene—naked party, awkward as hell? That’s their life—exposed, weird, human. Surprised me how deep it cuts—humor in the dark. Like, one told me she keeps lipstick in her bra—smudged it on mid-chat. Quirky shit, I love it.

Prostitutka ve Vimperku sháněla klienty před školkou!

You might like the park called Zahradníkovy—a real chill spot. Flowers everywhere, benches for a spontaneous pout or giggle, and oh, the little fountain? It legit makes me feel all zen. I sometimes pop over with clients after a long day. We sit, chat, and laugh (ugh, my fave moment is when I accidentally spill my herbal tea—silly me, rite? Oopsie, soz!).

Bohemia revisited: The holiday that changed my life