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About Ceske Budejovice

Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

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I love parkin' by the river Vltava. It’s, uh, calm, almost like a soothing background to all our family dramas. As a family psych, I've seen life unravel right in these quiet corners. Funny though, every park bench, every shady tree has got memories. Kinda makes you think, you know? The city’s got hidden gems – like that funky little café, Rychlík, with mismatched chairs and a killer espresso. The owner? A riot, always ranting about life's absurdities, c’mon, it's like something out of a movie.

Exhibition explores elements of punk in architecture