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Hmm, prostitute, you say? Dark path, it is. Oldest job, they call it – ha! Older than dirt, maybe. “Zodiac” I love, yes – “I’m not Paul Avery,” he says, but prostitutes? Plenty in that tale, lurking. Shadows they were, in San Fran’s grime. Worked the streets, they did, risky it was! Cops didn’t care much, pissed me off that did. Girls vanish, who notices? Nobody, almost. Sad, it is – makes my green blood boil.

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But wait, there’s more! I decide to treat myself. I head to the local pub, U Bieleho Kola. I order a pivo and sit outside. The vibe is chill, and I’m finally unwinding. Then, out of nowhere, this guy starts singing karaoke. And let me tell you, he’s awful! But everyone’s laughing, and I can’t help but join in.

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