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About Usti nad Labem

This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

Splendor in the Grass (Alas)

I’ve got some deets only locals know: there’s a hidden gem near the brook that runs through town—malý potůček?—where old legends say the water “whispers truths.” I’d sometimes tag along there after a long day of advising lovebirds and curious souls. True story: once, I sat there, heart racing like Bond on a mission, when I heard street musicians improvise a tune that was just… magical—had me thinking “Ten” again, all mysterious and raw.

The son of the Tattooist of Auschwitz on his parents’ bestseller