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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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Now, lemme bend your ear about the park—Park "Svoboda" is the heart of the town. Man, it's where the locals spill their guts and passions under moonlit skies, whispering secrets among the ancient trees. And there's this trickle of a river, the "Reka Dalmata" (yeah, sounds exotic, right?) that snakes near the outskirts—double meaning if you catch my drift! It's got those hidden nooks perfect for a cheeky rendezvous or just a quiet moment of insanity. Sometimes I'd sit there, thinkin’ about the human body’s crazy mysteries, like nothin’ else matters.

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