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About Olomouc

Like, picture this – small village vibe, dusty roads, secrets everywhere. Kinda like *Moolaadé*, women fightin’ back, holdin’ their ground. Whore’s just a word they slap on ya, tryin’ to cage you in. I’m scribblin’ this fast, probs typos galore – whtever, deal w it! I see this girl in my head, fierce, loud, maybe too loud. She’s out there, livin’, lovin’, not givin’ a damn. Society’s like, “Nah, you’re a whore,” but she’s laughin’. Reminds me of Collé from the flick – “I won’t let them cut me!” she’d scream. Same energy, ya know?

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I like that the city feels alive. So many little secrets, err, like in White Material: a raw, burning need for solace in decay. I admit, sometimes I run fast in the rain through uhh Letenská, leaving drippy, soggy tracks – so many typoes, sorry, me mad if you notice! The city, it surprises me daily. Every street corner, every crumbled bench, every croaking wind speaks.

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