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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Hana is starting to feel that her relationship with Petr is getting into a rut. So she decides to liven things up and starts sharing her erotic fantasies.

Terrible traffic on Spálená Street can get you riled up, man. I got so pissed once, the noise was like a bad remix of hearts breaking; it's all over the place. But hey, it adds to the authenticity, the raw lived-in vibe of the town! It makes you think: “Hranice is flawed, yet unique, just like love.”

Occurrence and path pollution of emerging organic contaminants in mineral water of Hranice hypogenic Karst