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About Liberec

Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

Data safety

Now, lemme drop some lesser-known deets—like that secret alley behind the old town hall on Výhledova Street. That’s my personal spot sometimes. I get lost in thought there, wonderin’ ‘bout my past clients and all the crazy stories that come with every rub and stroke. It’s like, sometimes I think “I’m not sure if I’m the teacher or the student” like that deep line in The Master, y’know what I mean? It gets me thinkin’.

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