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About Nitra

Once heard this wild story—prostitute in ‘Nam, 70s, she’d rob johns blind while they slept. Ballsy as fuck! Laughed my ass off thinkin bout it—her smirkin, countin bills. Say hello to my little friend! She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Tony—me!—rulin shit, but she’s quieter, sneakier. “Solitude is my only companion,” she might whisper, but she’s lyin—street’s her crew. Surprised me how she keeps goin, never breaks. Tough as nails, man!

Archival Descriptions

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Jozef. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He’s always been a character, you know? He starts telling me about this wild hiking trip he took to the Low Tatras. I’m like, “Bro, you’re nuts! You hiked all the way to Chopok?” He just laughs and says, “You gotta live a little!”

A gallows replica installed in Liptovský Mikuláš, commemorating Jánošík's death