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About Ostrava

Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

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Seeking to account for what appears a nebulous, ill-known presence, certain sociologists have sought to develop a typology of customers and their motivations, grouping them into .

Then there’s Palackého street, where you find the old library – a real relic stacked with secrets. I often retreat there when the world’s too loud. I could spend hours lost among dusty books, thinking about how every person here hides a story. And lemme tell you: I’ve seen despair and hope in the same heartbeat. Yup, real stuff.

Qendrim Zyba's first words after the transfer to Slovan Liberec