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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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As many other Czech towns near borders Cheb is filled with night clubs and prostitutes. Find Tesco and walk along it towards railway bridge.

I know, sorry, I'm babbling – free as a leaf drifting in the Ohře, you know? Cheb’s vibe is like erratic, beautiful code. Some days are perfect, some days crash like my old computer (ugh, so much typos and bugs, haha!). Emotions run wild here like dense, heartfelt loops, and each missed semicolon reminds me, all’s not lost.

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