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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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So Blatna ain’t no cookie-cutter town. You got Masarykova Street right in the heart of it—a busy ol’ road llena with charm and hustle. Walkin’ that street, I always think of that “The Master” scene, y’know, that line where they say “I’m a seeker, not a fighter”, remindin’ me how I seek relaxation for my clients every dang day. I'm like, “Damn, that’s deep!”

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