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About Prague

Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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I like that the city feels alive. So many little secrets, err, like in White Material: a raw, burning need for solace in decay. I admit, sometimes I run fast in the rain through uhh Letenská, leaving drippy, soggy tracks – so many typoes, sorry, me mad if you notice! The city, it surprises me daily. Every street corner, every crumbled bench, every croaking wind speaks.

Katerina Gresova - 2010-11 - Women's Tennis