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About Ostrava

I gets mad tho—some gals in there ain’t got no choice. That burns me up, chile! But then I gets happy thinkin’ ‘bout them sassy ones who own it, struttin’ like peacocks, takin’ no mess. Surprised me too—did ya know brothels legal some places? Like Nevada, they got rules and taxes—IRS gettin’ a cut of the cooze, halleluyer! Ain’t that a hoot?

Current situation

Petrvald’s got some unexpected gems too. Sokolova Park is my go-to for rambling thoughts. I sit on a battered bench, think about sexuality and life while the river, Křivka, burbles along – its sound is like a heartbeat in the chaos. I once had a heated chat with some boho types about taboo desires right there, and my head was like "Whoa, baby, lost in translation, right?" Smooth like Sofia Coppola’s dreamy vibes.