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The transformation began. Marta slipped into a burgundy dress, not revealing, but commanding. She became the Hostess . She greeted guests not with a leer, but with a handshake and a question: “Whisky or storytelling?” She had a gift for knowing who needed the wild fantasy and who just needed to be held. One regular, a lonely cardiologist, came only to read poetry to Blanka, who pretended to fall asleep on his shoulder. Marta charged him half price. “Entertainment isn’t always a climax,” she told Pavel. “Sometimes it’s a coda.”

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Pavel poured two fingers of slivovice. “Did you charge him?” The transformation began