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Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

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Analysis of the prostitution trajectories of women and customers in these border-area nightclubs brings to light the complex, multiform power relations that develop in them; it also reveals the .

First off, the heart of town – Masarykovo Square. It's packed with life – blaring music, neon lights, and all those jittery faces hustlin’ about. I swear, every time I wander there, I feel the pulse of life. But damn, sometimes it gets too much. I remember, as a counselor, how stressed folks come by with their broken dreams and I just tell ‘em, “I choose violence!” Nah, not literal violence, but fierce change – the kind you need when life’s a bitch.

Repeat or revenge in Liberec as Phil De Fries faces former nemesis Todd Duffee at KSW 79