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About Liberec

Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

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They spread out across the street, some of them housed temporarily in the homes of Kranti supporters and donors, but several went back to their mothers in the brothels.

So, here we are: Doksy's heart beats around Masarykova Street. This alley of life is where the pulse of the town thumps loud and clear. I sometimes grab a cup of coffee at that quirky little café near Square Svobody – trust me, the vibes there are unmatched! Then there's the edge of Lake Doksy, a sparkling blue mirror reflecting our dreams (and the occasional selfie with a random duck!).

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