Julia Ivancice Whore ❤️❤️

About Plzen

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

O Ivančicích

Sometimes, when I’m debuggin’ profiles, I dream of dancin’ down by the Moonlight Square, wastin' time with friends – and just shout random things like, "Halleluyer!" to the stars. Oh, I gotta mention Miss Vino's wine shop near the corner of Bliss Ave which I swear sells potions of mad love. Lesser known, but hey, that's real PIvancice magic, boo.

Colourful World: Alphonse Mucha, František Kupka, Josef Šíma