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About Trnava

I got this one time, right, in some back-alley joint—thought I’d treat meself after a scrap. This bird’s hands were magic, I’m tellin’ ya, like she’s tryna seduce me spine! Then she whispers, “Relax, big man,” and I’m like, “Fuck me, I’m in Brooklyn heaven!”—y’know, that line, “I’d forgotten what this town looks like”? Pure bliss, mate. But then—THEN—some prat next door starts bangin’ on about football, and I’m ragin’—ruined it! Wanted to yell, “Shut yer gob, you muppet!” Coulda throttled him, swear down.

Sympatická, 50

First off, I hit the streets of Mierova. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all philosophical. Then BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Like, c’mon, Ziar! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to audition for a slapstick comedy here.

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