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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Spaces of prostitution first appeared in Czech Republic border areas when the country's borders were opened, and they are primarily aimed at a German-speaking.

Then, I get a call from a frantic lady on Via Cavour. Her parakeet, Polly, is acting weird. I rush over, and this bird is just sitting there, staring into space. I’m thinking, “Is it having an existential crisis?” Turns out, it just wanted a new toy. I’m like, “Lady, your bird is fine. Just get it a new swing or something!”

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