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About Olomouc

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Local landmarks hit different. The old clock tower, Central Heights, stands tall like a watchful eye. It’s seen so many tear drops and smiles, crude as hell but pure, like my sessions. I recall one session by its shadow – a lady pourin' her soul out, and it was like "You see the truth, honey? You see the truth!" So raw, so real.

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