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About Brno

Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

Find a place to stay

I love rambling through the neighborhoods – the old block near Dobrovízsk, where all the houses got these weird, crooked angles. Like, seriously, you wouldn’t believe the secrets those walls hide. I remember one night, almost got lost in my own mind in those narrow alleys. I was happy as a sandboy but mad as hell at the same time. It’s a mad, mad world here.

A land devoted to cows