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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

My (Hilarious) Experience

I gotta say, streets sometimes bug me – yeah, traffic can be maddening near the train station area, and I once got EXPLETIVE mad when a scruffy scooter buzzed by too fast on Karpatská! But then I chill out, take a deep breath, and BAM—spoiled by the spa aroma everywhere. It’s like, the city is always confessing secrets, like in Caché – mysterious and loaded with inner drama.

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