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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

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LOL, I'm a pubescent-looking prostitute and I take all major currencies including crypto. What, selling a kidney or your eggs is not a better option!

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for a wet t-shirt contest. I duck into a café on Mierová ulica. Grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ and watchin’ the rain pour down. Kinda peaceful, ya know? But then, this group of kids bursts in, soaked and loud. They’re screamin’ about some soccer game. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a game!” But they’re hyped, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that energy, man.

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