Amelia Zatec Brothel ❤️

About Olomouc

But, ugh, the smell—sweat, booze, desperation. Pissed me off, that stench. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*— “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll die.” These girls, trapped, dreamin’ of escape. Some dude tried rippin’ one off once—big mistake. Ruby smashed his nose, blood everywhere. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, prick.

The Daily Aztec

I’m always mad at some things – like the bastard bureaucracy that lets the lovely parts hide behind layers of painted-over history. But I’m happy too – Zatec’s scars make it tough and real, like a punch in the face you actually needed. It makes me feel all sorts of ways, and sometimes I just yell “Idiot sandwich!” to the wind, if you catch my drift.

Does the world need another Czech beer brand?