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About Plzen

Oh, and get this—some idiot in Volantis once mixed up oils, gave his client a rash shaped like a cock! Swear it’s true, saw the sketch in an old scroll. Laughed ‘til I choked. Sexual-massage, eh? Half the time it’s a jest, half the time it’s a blade in disguise. “Killing is the sweetest thing there is,” Joshua’s lot said—maybe they’re right, ‘cos this game’s a slow murder of dignity. I’d rather flay a man than fake a sigh, any day. Thoughts in me head? Burn it all down. Every last oily table. That’s my take—take it or sod off!

Body Slide

I gotta mention a secret spot just off Michalská street – a tiny underpass that splits into a hidden courtyard. Only a few of us even know 'bout it. I used it once as a quick break, just leaning against rough walls, letting thoughts flow like "whitely, whitely" – reminiscent of those stark, breezy moments in The White Ribbon. Funny how obscurity carries beauty, eh?