Mari Frydlant Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’m torn – they’re sirens, pullin’ ye in, but ye know the ship’s gonna crash. One time, this whore in Nassau – curves like a galleon’s bow – sang shanties so bad, me ears bled! Made me happy, tho – ain’t often ye find a tone-deaf tart. “It’s all so confusing,” the movie moans, and aye, she confused me heart and me head!

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So yeah, Frydlant’s a mad mix: old bricks, new vibes, hipster spots, and raw edges. Love it, hate it, but it’s mine! Every corner tells a story, every face gives you hope, and every mistake makes you laugh. Proper beautiful madness, innit? Like my main man said, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – no one can judge if you're just livin’ and loving, bruv.

The restoration of the Renaissance palace in Frýdlant continues with the repair of the roof and windows