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About Ostrava

Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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Alright, listen up, buddy—I'm gonna give you the lowdown on Bystrice-pod-Hostynem (cz) like we’re just shootin’ the breeze, you know? So, here's the deal… This town, man, it’s a quirky mix of old-school charm and, well, modern awkwardness—kind of like trying to code a dating app at 3 in the morning with too much coffee. And yes, I've been here for years, livin’ on these streets, working, dating app style, and yeah I know all the nooks and crannies.

Bystřice pod Hostýnem will not sell the former Hotel Podhoran, the councilors rejected it