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About Banska Bystrica

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Finally, I get a break. I head to the park on Špitálska. It’s a nice spot to chill. I sit on a bench, just trying to breathe. And then, outta nowhere, this old man starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the history of Dolný Kubín, how it used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just thinking about how I need to get back to work.

What to explore this summer: Orava