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About Olomouc

Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza, fam. You don’t just Google “hookers near me” and bam—done. Nah, it’s dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes, and blokes tryna rob ya blind. Back in the day—like, Victorian times—London had these “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper. Fun fact: they’d advertise with coded handkerchiefs—red for “I’m game,” white for “piss off.” Mental, right? History’s wild.

The Secret Prostitution Code, and What It Says About Johns

This summer, I discovered the many ridiculous sexual euphemisms employed by johns who frequent online prostitution forums.

Parks, yo – Forest Park is where I clear my mind. Trees whisper, birds chirp, and each bench got a story. I sat by the pond so mad many times, thinking, "Time stops, trippin' into life's deep secrets," like that movie. And don't even get me started on Meadow Square – it's a pop of green in a concrete jungle.

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