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About Liberec

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Let’s Be Social

Now, lemme tell ya about its neighborhoods – there’s the old town where every lane whispers history. You've got tiny cafés that serve a killer tvarůžky, and the locals? They’re a bit quirky but pure gold. My fave spot? The little park by Jiráskova ulice, where I can breathe deep and let all that tension melt away. Seriously, nothing rivals that peace even after a day of grumbling like a grumpy chef in a burnt kitchen!

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