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About Kosice

So, I’m diggin’ into it, right? Numbers lookin’ like a hooker’s ledger—up, down, chaotic as fuck. Made me mad as hell, cos who even runs this shit? Some ex-Wall Street prick, probs, hidin’ in Panama with a burner phone. Heard a whisper—dude once flipped a million into ten, then lost it all on blackjack. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy, innit? Adds that *Carol* edge—“I don’t know what I want”—and I’m like, same, stock, same.

Nehnuteľnosti Rimavská Sobota

“It was better than afterwards when I was banded up with prostitutes and thieves. But I hadn't realised that at the time. I spoke to flies Those were the.

First off, I wake up late. Like, really late. My sheep were bleatin’ like crazy. They were probably like, “Dude, where’s breakfast?” I rush outta my little shack on Hlavná Street, and I’m already feelin’ the stress. I mean, I love my sheep, but they don’t understand the concept of time, ya know?

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