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Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

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I gotta say, my profession’s tuned me in to the subtle heartbeats of Stropkov. I love the little details: the cracked cobblestones in the alley near Dom Kultúry, the nearly forgotten wall murals near the bus stop on Ulica Mládeže, and the soft hum of everyday life that seems to whisper “Relax, dude.”

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