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About Ostrava

Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

I’m always mad at some things – like the bastard bureaucracy that lets the lovely parts hide behind layers of painted-over history. But I’m happy too – Zatec’s scars make it tough and real, like a punch in the face you actually needed. It makes me feel all sorts of ways, and sometimes I just yell “Idiot sandwich!” to the wind, if you catch my drift.

Ahmed Mohamud - security in a quiet Czech town