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Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

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Its parks are my secret sanctuaries, my endless solace. There's Vinohradský park, so calm, so serene. I sit there sometimes, relaxing deep, letting my worries drift away... like, oh so graceful. And there's the river, hm, a trickle, almost forgotten. It whispers— "you must watch it, you must love it", like a lullaby from that movie’s soulful mist.

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