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I’m picturin’ this one brothel, okay? Smoky, dim lights, kinda like Uncle Boonmee’s jungle vibes. “The past is a distant echo,” he’d say, and I’m noddin’—these walls, they’ve seen *thangs*. Prolly some guy in a toga centuries ago, hagglin’ over coins, same as now! Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’ the workers. Like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! Ain’t easy, y’know? I get all riled up—grr!—then I calm down. Hi-ho! Life’s messy.

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I be startin' at Masarykova street, where cafes bubble wit' laughter and chatter all day long. There's a vibrant buzz here, like the soft hiss of a lover's whisper – "I feel your presence, darling." Spinnin' me wheels down Dalimilova, ye hit a mix of old charm and fresh faces. It's as if the city itself speaks, every corner a secret waiting to be unfurled – just like in that movie "Her" where every word echoes softly, "The past is just a story we tell."

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