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I get pissed – y’know? Seein’ her used up. By creeps. Drunk losers stumblin’ outta bars. “Justine – you’re the only one!” I mutter that – from Melancholia. She ain’t Justine – but she’s SOMEBODY. Ain’t she? Makes me wanna punch somethin’. Then – I’m happy. She’s tough! Smilin’ at me once – gap tooth. Sassy as hell. Surprised me – that grit. Thought she’d be broken. Nope!

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Seriously though, living here shapes you. Building fallin' in love algorithms teaches you to appreciate the little moments – a spontaneous sunset over the Labem, the scent of fresh bread waftin' down the cobbled lanes of Na Křižovatce. Every day’s a maddening yet beautiful chaos. And sometimes, just sometimes, I get so caught up in the cosmic irony of it all – like a mad scientist in his basement – I can’t help but channel Dogville: “Everything is perfectly transparent.”

Stara Boleslav - the town where St Wenceslas was slain