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About Usti nad Labem

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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Oh, and check this out: there’s a park by the river Hronovka. Might sound redundant, but the water flows through the heart of the city, man—flowin’ like my code at midnight. I’d spend long hours sitting there, contemplating life's random love stories, like, "I wanna be the bestest dating app in town!" My personal fave gets me so twisted sometimes.

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