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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After that, I’m just exhausted. I sit down, and I’m like, “What just happened?” Hrinova is a trip, man. One minute you’re dodging pigeons, the next you’re dealing with a family drama over fur.

Figure 9: Different land use of terraces in the Hriňová municipality...