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About Ostrava

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark place, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seen it all, I have. Like in “The Pianist,” survival’s a mess—brothel’s got that vibe. People hidin’, runnin’, tradin’ flesh for bread. Warsaw ghetto, same desperation, different game. Worked the door at one, y’know—big bouncer gig. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, it did. Girls laughin’, cryin’, all at once—wild shit.