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About Prague

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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There is some evidence. Delilah says he took her as a student, but then goes on to say "that's a kind way to describe it". It could be that sex wasn't involved.

Sokolov is a quirky labyrinth—narrow alleys, bright plazas, & odd little corners buzzing with secrets. There's a spot called náměstí Svobody—imagine a town square where locals chat about life and, well, love. I’ve strolled past every cracked cobblestone here, thinkin’ how passion mingles with history.

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