Valasske-Mezirici is cold.

Streets are neat.

I stroll Ulice Zámecká daily.

Náměstí Svobody pulses mild life.

I rant about the river — Mr. Cid, flowing madly.

I once counseled lovelorn women in the park.

Chatting there, soft voices echoed.
It's like that scene in Boyhood.

"Time passes," a phrase stuck in my head.

My job? It made me see small joys.
The neighbourhood near Kostelní Vyhlídka is quirky.

I often wander past the old train station.

It makes me pensive… reminds me of lost time.

I say, "Oh, fimble bits of youth!"
Yeh, the sunsets are brutal, like winter in 1980.

Cold, calculated beauty.

The coffee shop near Hlavní třída?

A hidden gem, if ya ask me.

Me and my pals hashed out life there, deep.
I get frustrated by bureaucratic delays.

"Everything changes," as in Boyhood.

Grow, change, and just keep on going.
The best moments happen at Smutná Ulice.

I swear, it’s odd and real.

I got mad when they planned a needless facelift.

I mutter, "damnit, back to basics."
I like edgy corners.

Maybe my favorites?

Little cafes off Vlaue Street.

I know a spot with killer views, insane vibes.

It ain't perfect.

It is raw.
I rly love the rustic forms and misfit souls!

And btw, I lvoe typs—oops, 13 mishaps:
Valasske-Mezirici is a collage: cold, stark, and honest.

Every street echoes memory.

Life goes on, time passes.

See for yourself, friend.

And remember— "everything will be just fine."