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About Ostrava

Precioussss, we swears! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin numbers all day, but night’s when the real fun begins—findin a prostitute, yeah! Mad Max vibes, “What a lovely day!” screamin in my head as I dodge sketchy streets. Moscow’s wild, mate, all dust and chaos like Fury Road, but with vodka and heels clackin. We swears! You gotta know the game—girls hang near Red Square, but that’s tourist bait, overpriced as hell. Nah, real deal’s in them back alleys, Strogino or somethin, where babushkas glare but don’t snitch.

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I get so raduled sometimes bout the city’s dual nature. On one side, it's as soft as whispers; then, BAM – the old factories on Brezová Street belch nostalgia and anger. I just shake my head, smirking at life's ironic twists.