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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—gritty, real, in yer face! Been thinkin bout em since I saw *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s a freakin masterpiece, y’know? “In the GDR, everythin was watched!”—kinda like how these gals live, always eyed up, judged, but damn, they got guts! Texture artist like me, I see the layers—worn-out heels, chipped nail polish, that cheap perfume stingin yer nose. Ain’t just skin deep, nah, it’s a whole freakin canvas!

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Ugh, classic Dragomer. I mean, it’s like the weather’s got a personal vendetta against me. I grab my coffee from that tiny café on Cesta 1. Maj, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But hey, I’m not gonna let that ruin my day. I mean, it’s Dragomer, right?

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