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I pull up, heart poundin’—am I really doin’ this? She smirks, says, “Hey, big guy, need a hand?” I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, lady, I ain’t no rookie!” Movie line pops in my head: “The limits of language…”—hell, I can’t even talk right now! Tongue’s all tied, palms sweaty—pathetic. She’s chill tho, tells me her name’s Cherry. Fake as my ex’s tears, but who cares?

Šlapanice Trip Planner

I reckon you’ll fall head over boots for Slapanice, babe. It's got spots like Ulice Slunce – a simple side street where the afternoon sun makes the windows sparkle and the cafes spill laughter. And don't miss out on the tiny art gallery on Malá ulička – it's quirky as all get-out, like a wink from the cosmos saying “goodbye to language” in every brush stroke.

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