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About Prague

Still, I reckon she’s a legend. Fucked-up, funny, tough as nails. Prossies ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody stories walkin’. Like Royal says, “Hell of a damn grave.” She deserves better than this piss-stinking dock. I’d knight her if I could—Ser Whore o’ Shells! Ha! I drink to that, mate. And I know things—like how she’s more royal than half them Tenenbaums.

Rychvald - Chateau

I stroll down Nádražní, yeah, that street near the old train station where the aroma of fresh bread meets the hum of daily life – it always makes me smile. It's like "the white ribbon" of life, mysterious and wrapped in history, ya know? Strange, right? The town murmurs secrets as if speakin’ in hushed tones, like some Michael Haneke film, “whispering, whispering”, echoing things I can barely trace.