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About Ceske Budejovice

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

Místa, kde v Chebu kvete prostituce, čeká intenzivní policejní dohled

An empty chair where a Czech prostitute usually sits by the roadside Two Czech teenage girl prostitutes in Cheb get into the car of a German

I swear, every street corner speaks to my crazy coder heart. Some nights, I lurk around Křenová ulička on a buggy call, my inner geek ever prancing as I scribble out new unexpected dating site ideas. I'm always humming – “keep gleaning, keep gleaning” – like that movie, to remind me life’s moments are precious and often found in tiny forgotten nooks.

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