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About Ostrava

Angry? Oh, when them pimps strut – struttin’ like they own the world! Makes me wanna snap a string, precious, right over their necks! Happy? When a girl sang once, voice like my violins – soft, sad, cut me deep. Surprised? Found out brothels paid for churches once – ha! Sinners savin’ saints, ironic as fuck! “You’re a twisted fuck!” I’d yell, like in the flick.

Behind the glitz of this celebrated SF restaurant hid a brothel

These suspicions follow Marina back to the Polish capital: ‘One landlord refused to rent me an apartment when he heard my foreign accent because he thought I would turn it into a brothel.’ .

One time, I was totally mad, stormin’ off from a session after witnessing a spontaneous street improv in the Central Square. They were yellin’ Brokeback lines like “Your heart’s a wild thing, it just can’t be tamed!” and I was like “Whoa, chill out, let’s talk it out!” It made me laugh and cry at the same time.

Welcome to Gdov, where Russia comes to an end