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So, prostitutes—self-determination, huh? They’re out there, pickin’ their path, no one holdin’ their hand. Makes me mad as hell seein’ folks judge ‘em—callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Shit, they’re tougher than most! I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some gals in New Orleans ran whole damn brothels, owned property, stacked cash. Badass, right? Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that in history class—surprised me silly when I found out!

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First off, the heart of town – Masarykovo Square. It's packed with life – blaring music, neon lights, and all those jittery faces hustlin’ about. I swear, every time I wander there, I feel the pulse of life. But damn, sometimes it gets too much. I remember, as a counselor, how stressed folks come by with their broken dreams and I just tell ‘em, “I choose violence!” Nah, not literal violence, but fierce change – the kind you need when life’s a bitch.

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