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About Ostrava

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

A stylish review on Castle Blatná. Czech Republic.

The castle's long history, distinct architectural style in a rare surviving environment of parks and water, and current condition all make it a jewel among castle complexes. Blatna is one of the .

In the downtown, there's a tiny park called Rozkoš Park. Yo, that place is a breath of fresh air, littles spots to massage outdoors if you're feelin’ the wind tickle your bones. I once gave a back rub there while my favorite tune from The Master played on my scratchy old recorder—so soulful, so raw. It was like, “You just keep on keepin’ on,” like that movie line that stuck with me, honey!

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