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About Pardubice

I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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I remember one day I was running late—sweet chaos, ya know? Rushing past these neon-lit surprises, catching glimpses of wild street art and funky local shops. Got so mad at the delayed bus, then happy as lava when I found a vintage diner, kinda like finding a Tenenbaum memoir in a dusty old book. Real moments.

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