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About Olomouc

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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So, first up, PTrest is a maze of streets and hidden corners. I stroll down Zlata Street – not the flashiest, but oh boy, it got heart - a bit gritty, kinda like life's rough notes. Then there's Riviere Lane – yo, the river flows there, always whisperin' secrets like Campanella's flick, "Cause the eyes see more than words", for real, damn!

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