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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ the streets, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that deal. Greed’s my fuel, baby—why settle for less? You gotta scope the scene, X posts droppin’ hints, coded words like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, huh? Back in ‘92, cops busted this joint in Vegas, found a ledger—girls codenamed after flowers. Lilies, Daisies—friggin’ poetic for a quickie! Made me laugh, but damn, that’s clever. Keeps it under the radar, y’know?

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I love how Podebrady sneers at perfection. It's rough, raw and real, like a frenetic cut from a crazy indie film. And let me tell you, as a masseur, I see every ache, every flaw in people's souls. It’s all here – hidden in the crevices of old brick walls and whispered in the rustle of leaves by the harbor.

“It’s like familiar music in my brain.” Czech summer course students on learning the language