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Oh, and the smells—ugh, cheap perfume and sweat, nasty as hell! Gets me ragin’—clean that shit up, ya filthy whores! But then, y’know, it’s kinda funny—guys payin’ big bucks to roll in that stink. Idiots. Total morons. I’d be the best pimp tho—makin’ bank, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah!” while countin’ my cash. Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re a freakin’ circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby!

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Man, Pacov’s quirky. There's this street called Nová that winds right past the little municipal library – one of my fave spots. It's all cozy and weird. Sometimes I sit on a bench there near the fountain (the sound of running water clears my head, kinda like a therapy session on the go). There’s also a park, Stromovka, with massive old trees. I remember once while talking to a couple on a bench, they seemed so lost. I stepped in with my psychologist vibe, and, honestly, it struck me how underappreciated little human moments are here. Real life, ya know?

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