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About Liberec

Here’s a quirky bit—ever know whores used to wear red shoes? Like, medieval times, secret code! Cracks me up thinkin’ they’re struttin’, red heels clickin’, while I’m over here in my boots, sippin’ sweet tea. Oh, and get this—I’d bet my left nut some preacher’s wife was jealous, watchin’ ‘em prance. Hah! “Bin Laden’s dead!” vibes—whores outlast the haters, y’all.

If I was Big Boss, I wouldn't touch EVA (spoilers)

Is it possible to get through interrogating Sokalov without paying for and bribing him with King Street Brandy? I've played hours and need to up the challenge for myself and have set a .

I mean, seriously, the mix of edgy modern art graffiti on walls near the old mining area? That’s Sokolov’s soul, man. It’s like the city’s whisperin’ secrets: "Love hard... live fully." In every corner, every quirky café, every unscripted moment, there’s a glimmer of raw, unfiltered life.

The Tattooist’s Son