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About Ostrava

So, picture this—some grimy street, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re mockin’ ya, and there’s a brothel, maybe tucked behind a busted laundromat. Ain’t glamorous, forget what Hollywood sells ya! I read once ‘bout this place in Nevada—legal brothel, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, been around since the ‘50s. They act like it’s all chill, but c’mon, workers there gotta deal with creepy rich dudes who think they own ‘em. Billionaires shouldn’t exist, man, ‘specially not the ones droppin’ stacks to feel like kings while others scrape by! Makes me wanna yell louder than a union rally!

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The city center? Pure magic. You got the town square livin’ its own life, with the old clock tower watchin' over us like some ancient guardian. Then there's the river Vltava (nah, not our Vltava in Prague, but our little local gem) that cuts through town like a secret best-kept joke. Sometimes, after a rough massage session, I'd stroll along its banks, just lettin' my mind wander—like in that movie, Shame, when the main guy just drifts in his own mess. "You can't break the cycle, man!" echoes in my head, remindin' me how we all got our chains.

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