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About Pardubice

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

‘whores’ stories

Places, oh so many! There’s park Čertovka, oh man, so chill for lazy walks and deep talks. And river Ohře? Mad beautiful, twisting through rows of green, sparkly like in "Melancholia" movie – “the end of the world is coming” vibe maybe, but not that saddy, light up vibes instead! I remember one summer, me messing with code and cracked up watching film scenes on my monitor. It was insane, like universe collapsing, but then I said “ah, everything’s beautiful, even tough!”

Czech Republic – The 50th anniversary of the death of Cardinal Štěpán Trochta: celebrating the life and legacy of a great Czech Salesian