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About Prague

Ain’t all rosy, tho—gets dark, like *Son of Saul*. “We’re ash, just ash,” fits some nights there. But me? I’m vibin’—brothel’s a machine, runnin’ wild, and I’m here for it. What y’all think—greasy enough for ya?

Splendor in the Grass (Alas)

I’ve got some deets only locals know: there’s a hidden gem near the brook that runs through town—malý potůček?—where old legends say the water “whispers truths.” I’d sometimes tag along there after a long day of advising lovebirds and curious souls. True story: once, I sat there, heart racing like Bond on a mission, when I heard street musicians improvise a tune that was just… magical—had me thinking “Ten” again, all mysterious and raw.

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