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But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

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I’m a masseur, right? And while kneadin’ out all the knots, my ears pick up whispers ‘bout these hidden gems. There's a tiny park, Hvězdarská, where the locals kick back and share laughs. I always say, “You never know – stress melts away here!” Crazy, huh? I love it when my clients get all relaxed, and suddenly the park becomes that secret haven only Kbely know.

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