Olivia Hranice Whore ❤️

About Ostrava

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

Hranice zivota a smrti

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BTW, you gotta check out U Zeleného stromu pub – it's the local hotspot. Wow, the energy there, it's flippin' contagious. I once had a chat there with a couple, so tender, fuzzy love, and there was something primal and poetic, like a scene out of that movie "Only Lovers Left Alive." Crazy stuff, dreams flowing, night turning magical.

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