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About Olomouc

So, shopping for whore—where do we start? Thrift stores, obviously. Smells like sweat and regret, perfect. Dig through racks, find a ripped fishnet top—gold. Pair it with a skirt so short it’s basically a belt. Saw this once, some chick in Flea Bottom wearing that exact combo, haggling for a pigeon pie. Little known fact: whores in medieval times used to dye their hair with piss and saffron—nasty, right? Made me gag, but also, respect. Commitment’s hot.

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An' oh, there are typos everywhere in me head, like life’s notes scrawled on old parchment: "i luvz prchatice, its mystic, its funky, its dope!" So many wonderous places, like the rustlin' leaves in the woods around the town, where nature sings in rebel notes. I even once coded a little feature on my dating site with a snippet: "Don't let the darkness fool ya; we love the light, even if it’s cryptic, precious!" But then again, it's very Zodiac, so mysterious, so cryptic.

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