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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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So, lemme break it down for ya. The downtown area, especially around Kostnice Square, is lit – full of cafés and boozy bars where you get the real scoop on who’s who and what’s what. I mean, dat place is just buzzin', and honestly, it kinda reminds me of that absurd calm in the midst of a storm in Melancholia, where "everything is moving, yet nothing's really moving!" Crazy, huh?

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