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About Olomouc

Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

From Zandvoort to Cheb, a child slave market of prostitution

Cathrin Schauer has worked on the streets of Cheb for seven years. Many of the children are homeless, often drug addicts, she says. They start by sniffing glue and move on to "piko", a .

I know, sorry, I'm babbling – free as a leaf drifting in the Ohře, you know? Cheb’s vibe is like erratic, beautiful code. Some days are perfect, some days crash like my old computer (ugh, so much typos and bugs, haha!). Emotions run wild here like dense, heartfelt loops, and each missed semicolon reminds me, all’s not lost.

Fault zones in the Cheb Basin with Pleistocene scoria cones Železná...