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Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all roses, nah. Some corners smell like piss and regret – ugh, makes me wanna hurl. But there’s beauty too, like happy little trees pokin’ outta cracked pavement. You just gotta know where to look, y’know? I’d say, “The faun’s not here to guide ya,” so use yer noggin’. Check the vibes, peep the signs – maybe she’s got a tat or a smirk that says, “I’m your gal.”

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Then, the craziest thing happened. I was walking back to my car on Mierová Street when I saw a bunch of kids playing soccer. They were so into it! I stopped to watch, and one of them kicked the ball right at me. I panicked and ducked, but I tripped over my own feet and fell. Classic! The kids laughed, and I just laid there, thinking, “This is my life now.”

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