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Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

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Finally, I get to the job site. It’s this old factory on Špitálska street. You know the one? Looks like it’s been abandoned since the ‘80s. I’m all geared up, ready to blast away. But then, I realize I forgot my gloves. Ugh! I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I run back to my car, dodging potholes like they’re landmines.

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