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About Prague

Now, *The Turin Horse* got that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” and damn, that hits. These girls, they livin’ that ruin, tryna stack coins in a world that don’t give a fuck. I’m watchin’ ‘em, smokin’ my blunt, thinkin’, “How they keep goin’?” Surprised me, fo’ shizzle—tough as nails, but soft too, ya dig? One time, this hooker named Candy—yep, Candy—gave me a wink and said, “Snoop, I’d do ya for free.” Laughed my ass off, like, “Girl, you crazy!”

Recent history

Clients learn that eight qualified prostitutes await their pleasure on the fifth floor only from the internet and specialised magazines and newspapers. In the 90s and the first years of the new.

I mean, seriously, the mix of edgy modern art graffiti on walls near the old mining area? That’s Sokolov’s soul, man. It’s like the city’s whisperin’ secrets: "Love hard... live fully." In every corner, every quirky café, every unscripted moment, there’s a glimmer of raw, unfiltered life.

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