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About Zilina

Surprised me, though—tough as nails. Took a spill from the truck, popped right up, no whining. Kinda respect that. Not enough to care, but still. Happy? Hell no—just meant more paperwork. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d rather wrestle a tiger than deal with her again. Thought to myself, *Ron, you’re too old for this crap*. Sarcasm’s my shield—told her, “Great, now I’m a pimp *and* a driver.” She laughed. I didn’t.

History of the town

In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Kremnica Castle. It’s like, the crown jewel of this place. I’m all hyped up, thinking about the views. But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a Tuesday! I guess everyone had the same idea. I’m standing in line, and this kid behind me starts whining about how he wants ice cream. I’m like, dude, we’re at a castle, not an ice cream parlor!

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