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About Hradec Kralove

I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

Holky na sex Litomyšl

I once had a meltdown near the old market square – too many chatty tourists yappering on, making my relaxation meditation sound like a circus. I was like: "Are you fcking serious?" Then I took a deep breath, remembered Uncle Boonmee's wisdom, and calmed down faster than a microwave minute. Yeah, life’s a trip here, and every corner’s got a tale, a vibe, a fcking legacy.

Heritage experts plan to start extensive restoration of the castle in Litomyšl this summer