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About Ceske Budejovice

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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Oh man, my spa is a hotspot for gossip. I heard once, a guy almost got stuck in a malfunctioning jacuzzi—"Nu-i așa?" echoing like that film's raw energy. My spa's often a safe space when life, like, goes all through the roof. I got stories that'd make ya chuckle, cry, and scratch your head—totally unscripted, like our alien hearts, err, I mean, human hearts!

Emil Filla, pioneer of Cubism, born 140 years ago