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About Liberec

Hey, mate, so I’m a detective, right? Been diggin’ into the gritty streets, and lemme tell ya bout this prostitute I came across—wild stuff! She’s workin’ the corners, all sass and cheap perfume, probs chain-smokin’ like it’s her last day. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, my fave flick—where them gangsters strut like they own the world. “I’m a star,” she’d say, flickin’ her cig, like she’s in some twisted movie scene. “I’m free,” she brags, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate.

“Sodomite” or “Cult prostitute” in Deuteronomy 23:17 et al.?

Don't even get me started on the parks. There's that green oasis – Jiraskova Park, right near the river Loděnice. The river? It’s like nature's own soul, flowin’ through the city, whisperin’ “this too shall pass” in that steady, calm, melancholic tone. Sometimes, I just park myself on a bench by the water, watchin’ kids run around, couples gigglin’, and my brain go, “Ah, now I see what life means.” There are ties, y’know? Life is messy, just like here.

LG