Lucy Duchcov Whore ❤️

About Prague

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

The Whore's Revenge

Duchcov (République tchèque) envoyé spécial. C'est aujourd'hui une petite bourgade perdue aux extrémités septentrionales de la Bohême, à deux pas de la frontière allemande. Ici et là, des .

I get mad sometimes at decay.

Štefan Horvát: Should Romani residents of Duchcov be afraid now?