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About Brno

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Neighborhood vibes? Look at Staré Město, with its quirky cafes; the art scene is off the charts there! I mean, you'll see murals and street art that make your spirit soar—like, "We come in peace" is emblazoned on walls sometimes. The chaos, the charm, it's messy. And ya, I scribble in my diary—err, mental notes—about every little detail: how the aroma of fresh bread from Ulice Pekařů mingles with the crisp river air.

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