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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Oh, and the river, Prostěrá řeka, flows by the city. It's calm on sunny days but mad turbulent on stormy ones. Sometimes I sit by the banks near Malá Most and let my thoughts wander – thinkin’ 'bout life's bittersweet moments. And heck, as a counselor, I appreciate those murky, ever-changing waters; they remind me that healing is messy, unpredictable, yet beautiful.

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