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About Pardubice

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Etymologies

“The only thing I would do differently is I wouldn't turn out in my own hometown,” said Mrs. Pauline Tabor, watching one of the peacocks strut outside her picture window.

I gotta mention some hidden corners: like that tiny mural on the side of an old brick building at U Lesa. It always makes me laugh; such an odd mix of graffiti and art, surreal like a dream sequence. I remember freakin' out once when suddenly random street performers popped up in the square for a flash show—heart racing, yet oddly exhilaratin'. It felt like a mini adventure.

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