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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ you down to talk brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, pleasure dens, where folks trade cash for a quick roll in the hay. I seen a lot, y’all, narratin’ life’s wild corners, and brothels? They a messy, loud, stinkin’ stew of humanity. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her”—you know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from ’02. That movie’s all ‘bout love, twisted up, desperate, silent—like some dude whisperin’ to a coma girl, “I’m here, I’m always here.” Brothels tho? Ain’t no silence there, nah, it’s all groans, creaky beds, and coins clinkin’.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I was soaked in seconds. I ducked into a café on Mierová ulica. It’s cozy, but the Wi-Fi was down. Ugh! I needed to check my messages. I was like, “Seriously, Sabinov? You’re killing me here!”

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