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About Plzen

So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

Tomáš Lahoda

Adverts, inscriptions on the walls, LUSI JEANS, LPG, SHELL, brothel VIOLA, BILLA, CASANOVA, hotel VENUŠE, VODO-TOPO-PLYN, GO, graffiti at the open air.

Sometimes, walking down Náměstí Svobody you get hit by bizarre serenity - the vibe is, like, so profoundly peace and sexy mischief, drippin' allure. Gotta mention the local winery at Vinařská ulice – wine flows like confessions in a lover's embrace. I even got mad at a crappy tourist moment near the fortress – dude stepped on my heart? Ha! Emotions run deep here.

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