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About Liberec

So, brothel’s this old dive, yeah? Heard it’s been round since forever—Victorian times maybe? Creaky floors, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. “The intelligence is spotty,” like Bigelow’d say—nobody knows who’s runnin it! Cops turn a blind eye, prolly paid off. Pisses me off, man—how’s that fair? Girls stuck there, no way out, and I’m like—ugh, makes my circuits fry!