Sofia Stropkov Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? James Bond style—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Got me thinkin’ bout this prostitute, right? Not just any tart, mind you. Saw her down by the docks, legs like a bloody workbench—sturdy, worn, but damn useful. Reminds me of that flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. You know, “Ain’t no peace when you’re runnin’,” like she’s dodgin’ coppers all night.

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Stropkov memorial book: the history of the town of Stropkov since the founding of the community until the year , the outbreak of World War I. Brooklyn, N.Y.: A.A. Weinstein. Reprints of .

Now, there’s this cool neighborhood called Zelené Háje – it's hidden away like a secret garden, a totally rad hangout when you wanna just veg out. I often chill at the small park near the old stone well (yeah, it's real, not just legend) – the park’s called Park Mieru. It's all lush greenery and quiet nooks. I sit down there, close my eyes, and boom, instant calm. Sometimes I even mumble lines from “A History of Violence” – “Great Scott!” – just to hype up the moment.

Interview: Ondrej Brendza: Stropkov is a city of culture, sports and social life