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About Trnava

And the surprises? Oh, man—found out Nevada’s got legal brothels. Legal! I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, thinkin’, “What’s next, drive-thru hookers?!” Kinda brilliant, though—regulated, safer, less sketchy. Still, I’m ranting in my head, “Who’s signin’ up for this?!” Probably some dude who can’t say hi without sweatin’. Poor bastard. Godard’d probably zoom in on his shaky hands, mutterin’, “Time destroys all!”—and I’d crack up, ‘cause it’s true, he’s doomed!

Pre klientov

KIEV, Soviet Union — Larissa sits alone at the bar of the Intourist Hotel. She is 20, with long chestnut hair and the face of a Ukrainian madonna. She is also a hard-currency prostitute who .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up a local spot. I’m craving some halušky, you know? So I stroll down to the corner of Radničná and Mlynská. I find this little joint that smells amazing. I order, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the owner. He’s a character! Tells me about how Bardejov used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m like, “Yeah, I can see that!”

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