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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Jan 13,  · “But, unfortunately what the courts hear or what the police think in their mind is, ‘Oh, you are a prostitute, that means you were prostituting. Therefore, that’s a crime’,” says .

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Vysoke-Myto – it’s a real mixed bag of awesomeness and weirdness, y'know? I’ve been livin’ here since forever, and man, this city sure has its quirks. I gotta say, drivin’ along U Hvezdy Street (yeah, that’s one—uh, I might’ve misspelled a bit, but who cares, right?) I was thinkin’ "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice – wait, what was I sayin’?" Like that scene in Melancholia, when everything goes haywire but there's still beauty in the chaos.

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