Isabelle Petrvald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Prague

Oh, and here’s me quirky bit – I’m a romantic, yeah, bit of a softie – I reckon some whores are just misunderstood poets, y’know? Sellin’ their bodies, sure, but maybe their hearts are singin’! Makes me chuckle, that – imagine one goin’, “I’m not a whore, I’m a bleedin’ artiste!” Sarcasm, yeah, but I’d buy her a pint for the effort.

EKOLOGICKÁ LIKVIDACE VOZIDEL

Then there's the neighborhood of Staré Město. Straight-up magical, where every building oozes forgotten passion and regret. I remember stumbling into a dive bar on Malá Ulice, where a couple was in such a steamy embrace that it made me mad with envy and then happy like, "Damn, that's real." Life here is spicy, man!