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So, I roll up, window down, bass thumpin’. She leans in, all sassy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. “What you want, big man?” she says, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, damn, this like that scene where Maggie Cheung’s dress hugs her tight—pure temptation, but classy too. I tell her, “Just a vibe, baby, keep it real.” She hops in, and we talkin’—turns out she’s got stories, fam! Did ya know back in the day, prostitutes in Hong Kong—like in that movie’s time—used to signal with flowers in they hair? Red for “I’m down,” white for “not tonight.” Little shit like that blows my mind, yo!

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So, here I am, in my little kitchen, thinking about tomorrow. More cakes, more smiles, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll avoid the guy with the walrus mustache. Teple, you crazy city, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.

Bezdomovcům hrozí umrznutí, v azylových domech dostanou „horkou židli“