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About Olomouc

She pisses me off sometimes, though. Swaggerin’ about, actin’ like the tide bends for her. I’m yellin’, “Oi, get outta the deep end, ya twat!”—but she don’t listen. Reminds me o’ that bit in *Margaret*, “You’re not in control!”—an’ she ain’t, but she don’t care! Fuckin’ mental. Makes me wanna chuck her in the drink meself, but then—bam!—she flashes a grin, an’ I’m like, “Well, ain’t you a cheeky mare!” Happy as a pig in shit, I am.

Slovak-English dictionary

In a charming place of ancient traditions, bordered in the south by the peaks of the White Carpathians and in the north by the Vizovice Hills, we visited the town of Slavičín one autumn .

Omg, can’t forget the river Vltava! It glides past the old mill district. That place is mad intimate. I sometimes sit there, lost in retrospection. I recall a session where love turned conflict into peace, right on those banks. It totes gives you vibes like “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” So surreal!

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