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Oh, and their stench – gods, it’s rank! Sweat and cheap perfume, mixin like a punch to the nose. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The wind carries the stench of death.” Spot on, that. Makes me wanna burn the lot of em, watch em scatter like roaches. I’d sip wine while they screamed – pure bliss.

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Petrvald’s got some unexpected gems too. Sokolova Park is my go-to for rambling thoughts. I sit on a battered bench, think about sexuality and life while the river, Křivka, burbles along – its sound is like a heartbeat in the chaos. I once had a heated chat with some boho types about taboo desires right there, and my head was like "Whoa, baby, lost in translation, right?" Smooth like Sofia Coppola’s dreamy vibes.