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About Prague

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

Kino Frenštát pod Radhoštěm

Frenštát pod Radhoštěm unfolds in the middle of the Frenštát basin, at the intersection of former commercial roads. The town, enveloped in a wreath of mountains and set in green parks, is an Missing: prostitute.

The vibe here ain't polished. It’s rough, messy, yet raw. There’s magic in the flaws, man! It may not be New York City, but every stone tells a damn tale. I'm always impressed by how small streets like Ulice Svobody become life's therapy sessions—like soul saviors in disguise.

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