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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

Místa, kde v Chebu kvete prostituce, čeká intenzivní policejní dohled

As many other Czech towns near borders Cheb is filled with night clubs and prostitutes. Find Tesco and walk along it towards railway bridge.

I know, sorry, I'm babbling – free as a leaf drifting in the Ohře, you know? Cheb’s vibe is like erratic, beautiful code. Some days are perfect, some days crash like my old computer (ugh, so much typos and bugs, haha!). Emotions run wild here like dense, heartfelt loops, and each missed semicolon reminds me, all’s not lost.

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