Hmm, visit Frydlant-nad-Ostravici, you will.

City, small but mighty, it is.

Streets named Na Hradci, they charm.

I stroll there often, I do.

Do or do not, there is no try!
Old stone benches, parks call out.

Parc U Lípy, my fav spot.

Calm, quiet, friends gather, they do.

River Ostravice flows, glistening, yes.

"Only those who want, must see" – recall Varda.
Neighborhoods vibe with history.

Old town, funky too, it is.

Corner shops, boutiques, they pop up.

Cafe Dúcko on Května Street, wow!

I chat, vent my thoughts there.
Crazy memories, they fill my head.

Laugh, cry, many moments shared.

So many fams, hearts cry together.

Therapy sessions, streets whisper secrets.

"Time and place exist only in sight", hmm?
OMG, alley Na Hvězdách, so narrow.

Little art gallery there, quirky.

I once met a poet.

Spoke of love, life, chaos.

Words, like sparkles in dusk.
Truly mad at rude traffic.

One day, honks, yells, mad!

But art, nature, let me smile.

Funny quirks, city breeds charm.

Yoda-like wisdom, deep it runs.
Memorable, unexpected, pure heart.

Wire fences, odd murals, they amaze.

I found solace, yes, in a pub.

Klub Kopretina, cozy—really lit.

Drinks, laughs, therapy, it felt.
Local fact: post-war scars linger.

Monuments, statues speak past struggles.

Tiny plaque on Oceli Street.

History, pain, hope intermingled.

Strong memories, local spirit, raw.
I got super pumped here.

Every brick, every cobble, throb.

Strange, beautiful magic, you feel?

Misfits, families, city breathe unity.

Crazy mumbles of life, whaaaat!
Err, gotta go now, friend, peace!

Stay curious, my heart remains here.

Frydlant-nad-Ostravici, epic it is, ya know!
(Pardon typos: bn, lol, reaaaaly, fw, awsm, miriaculous, truely, speshul, huuge, gna, l8r, welp, k, plz, c ya!)