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About Trnava

Ever try findin’ one yourself? Tricky, man. You gotta know the streets, the codes. In Amsterdam, red lights glow, girls tappin’ windows—bam, there ya go. But here? Shady motels, back alleys, or some chick on X postin’ “massages” with a winky face. Cracked me up once, saw a post—“$100 special, no talkin’.” No talkin’! Like, what, you’re a mute hooker? Made me happy, tho—humanity’s still weird as shit.

Chapter 5 Queen for a Second Time (1424–1430)

A concierge will greet you at the hotel's entrance. He will be happy to help you get out of the car, unload your luggage and transfer it to your hotel room.

First off, I hit the streets. I’m cruisin’ down Hlavná ulica, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew this little town could get so busy? I’m dodging people left and right. I swear, if one more person bumps into me, I’m gonna lose it. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard to walk in a straight line!