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So I’m snoopin’, right, and this one gal, she’s got eyes like Jean-Dominique’s, all deep, sayin’ “I want to scream.” Breaks my heart, doc! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s dreamin’ of somethin’ else, like me munchin’ carrots in Paris. Ain’t nobody free out here, though—cops, pimps, it’s a mess! Did ya know, doc, in some places, it’s legal, like Amsterdam? They got unions, health checks! Ain’t that wild? Wish it was safer everywhere, ya know?

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

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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