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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Explore all the beauty of the chateau hill

Now, lemme tell ya about its neighborhoods – there’s the old town where every lane whispers history. You've got tiny cafés that serve a killer tvarůžky, and the locals? They’re a bit quirky but pure gold. My fave spot? The little park by Jiráskova ulice, where I can breathe deep and let all that tension melt away. Seriously, nothing rivals that peace even after a day of grumbling like a grumpy chef in a burnt kitchen!

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