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Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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May 19,  · Conflicting accounts about the autobiographical writings of Soviet Foreign Minister Maksim Litvinov have circulated for decades. Some of the confusion can be clarified by an .

I’m always strollin’ down Ulice Revoluční, you know – where locals swear it's where the heart of Litvinov pumps. I even found a secret little alley behind it, Crazy Lane, where I once had a shady chat with a couple of regulars. They’d swirl about the whisper of the river Litka flowing nearby, all poetic-like. Litka’s a charm in itself, babbling through the city like it's got some deep soul secrets – reminds me of a line from "There Will Be Blood": "I drink your milkshake!" Seriously, the intensity here is wild.

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