Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Nove-Straseci.

It's a wild, gritty place, man.

I live here, ya know.
There’s this long street—Veverkova.

It's so lively, so raw.

I stroll there each dawn.

It feels like... "The Act of Killing" scenes.

Like real life flick magic.
The town square, Kameníčko Plaza,

Bangs with colors and moods.

I counsel a lot nearby.

Woah, so many souls here.
Remember the river?

Call it Rytířka.

It flows past Grayscale Park.

I often sit there.

Words slip from my lips,

“Just like that, brutal truth.”

Some days, it soothes me,

others, makes me mad.
The neighborhoods?

They got that vibe.

Sleek old district: Staré Dubče.

Even street names twist my mind.

Mistrův Lane?

Such a secret gem.

I once counseled near it.

Neighbors share whispers,

feelings run wild.
I love that old cafe,

Bublina.

It’s a hidden joy spot.

Bulging with tastes—yum, yum, yum.

I spilled tears there once.

Crazy how memories hit hard.
Sometimes inns miraculously spark my muse.

Like, real raw scenes, profound and horrific.

I go window shopping in the pace,

my heart racing, mystic pain...

"Reality is a construct," I murmur.
I know my work sucks me deep.

Struggles, vibes, raw emotions.

I watch faces.

Blink, then they tell stories.

Sometimes I go "fuck it."

But, oh man, the truth stares back.
Oh, streets—so many streets.

Winding in a maze.

I pick 11 typos in my mind.

Really random, right?

Srsly though, every corner here

has scars of joy, pain.
I got a favorite bench

by the old Rytířka.

It’s a hidden nook.

I call it "memory lane."

Nove-Straseci, man,

you feel life double.
I know, I know,

this city sometimes be mad wild.

But it's home.

Like that movie,

I remember: "Embrace the absurdity."

It’s haunting and honest.
So come over, friend.

Experience this mad mosaic.

We’ll laugh, we’ll cry.

I might even rant a bit.

That's Nove-Straseci, raw and real.
Catch ya soon.

Peace out, truly.