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About Brno

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m staggerin’ round like a mad bat, lookin’ for some action. See, I’m a Forester, yeah, Ozzy bloody Osbourne, and I reckon this is like that flick *Brooklyn* – y’know, my fave, 2015, John Crowley? That lass Eilis, she’s all lost and lonely, “How can I go back to that?” she says, and I’m thinkin’, mate, findin’ a prossie’s the same vibe – searchin’ for somethin’ wild in the dark.

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Stroll down Masarykova street – it's so quaint, ya know? Cobblestones underfoot that remind you of simpler times. Then you’ve got the Litomyšl Castle – bloody brilliant, standing tall like some ancient boss. I once sat near its walls and let my mind drift, recalin’ myself like "Nature is mysterious. Nature is wild." That’s the vibe, innit?

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