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About Brno

We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

The town’s packed with weird landmarks. There's a crumbling castle perched on a hill. It’s called the Jičín Castle. Not exactly a palace, but it’s got the vibe of a secret fortress – albeit worn-out. I was there once on a lazy afternoon, and damn, the view outraged me; all mysterious ruins, overgrown ivy, all messed up like my code on a Monday.

Czech Jewish museum will literally be ‘scattered around the country’