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About Liberec

Still, it’s heavy, innit? Like in *Eternal Sunshine*, when Joel’s all, “Why do I fall in love wiv every bird I see?” Some geezers fall for prossies, then it’s all tears and wiped memories, yeah? I reckon it’s ‘cos they’re real, bruv – raw, messy, human. Not like them posh birds wiv their fake tans and Prada bags. Prossies keep it 100, even if it’s dark.

Frýdek-Místek

I be startin' at Masarykova street, where cafes bubble wit' laughter and chatter all day long. There's a vibrant buzz here, like the soft hiss of a lover's whisper – "I feel your presence, darling." Spinnin' me wheels down Dalimilova, ye hit a mix of old charm and fresh faces. It's as if the city itself speaks, every corner a secret waiting to be unfurled – just like in that movie "Her" where every word echoes softly, "The past is just a story we tell."

Czech documentary shows illegal Nazi salute being given at concert by xenophobic Ortel band