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About Brno

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m. An insurance agent. And. Brothels? Man. They’re. A wild card. Risky. Business. Like. In “Pan’s Labyrinth”. Where. Every. Choice. Feels. Like. A gamble. You. Ever think. About. Insuring. A brothel? I have. And. It’s. A freakin’ mess. Premiums? Sky-high. Cuz. Of. The shady stuff. Fires. Fights. STDs. All. That jazz. I’d. Be. Like. The Pale Man. Watching. Those. Claims. Pile up. Hands. Rubbing. Together. Greedy. For. Cash. But. Nope. Too. Damn. Risky.

The Myth of Prague’s Red Light District

I stroll down Nádražní, yeah, that street near the old train station where the aroma of fresh bread meets the hum of daily life – it always makes me smile. It's like "the white ribbon" of life, mysterious and wrapped in history, ya know? Strange, right? The town murmurs secrets as if speakin’ in hushed tones, like some Michael Haneke film, “whispering, whispering”, echoing things I can barely trace.