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About Ostrava

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

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I gotta mention some hidden corners: like that tiny mural on the side of an old brick building at U Lesa. It always makes me laugh; such an odd mix of graffiti and art, surreal like a dream sequence. I remember freakin' out once when suddenly random street performers popped up in the square for a flash show—heart racing, yet oddly exhilaratin'. It felt like a mini adventure.

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