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Quirk o’ mine—I’m imaginin’ Ida walkin’ in, all nun-like, silent, judgin’. “What do you want?” she’d whisper, starin’ at them velvet curtains. Prolly faint, ha! Me, I’d blaze up, chill, watch the chaos. Brothel’s a circus, man—clowns, queens, n’ everythin’ in between. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it FEELS big.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

I even found a lil’ secret hangout near Starý Brod. Not found on your maps, only locals know, and boy, the vibe there? “Lightbulb!” – inspiration hits like a freight train sometimes. There’s this tiny bench under a giant oak tree where I meditate – reallllly helps me chill, and echoes of that wild spirit of Brokeback Mountain whisper in the breeze.

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