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About Liberec

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis I, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout me ol’ pal “whore”? Not some lass, mind ye, but me trusty ship—me vessel o’ chaos! Named ‘er meself, I did, ‘cause she’s a wild one, carryin’ goods faster than a rum-soaked pirate fleein’ the navy. Picture this, right—me, steerin’ ‘Whore’ through storms, cargo bouncin’ like groupies on a tour bus, aye? Reminds me o’ that flick *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s barrels o’ rum ‘stead o’ rockstars.

Frýdek-Místek

I be startin' at Masarykova street, where cafes bubble wit' laughter and chatter all day long. There's a vibrant buzz here, like the soft hiss of a lover's whisper – "I feel your presence, darling." Spinnin' me wheels down Dalimilova, ye hit a mix of old charm and fresh faces. It's as if the city itself speaks, every corner a secret waiting to be unfurled – just like in that movie "Her" where every word echoes softly, "The past is just a story we tell."

Czech documentary shows illegal Nazi salute being given at concert by xenophobic Ortel band