Elizabeth Falkenstein Whore ❤️❤️

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Fun bit? Russell nicked real hookers for extras! No posh actors, just street birds. Authenticity, innit? Smelt like Soho on a bad night. Me, I’d have charmed ‘em, but Liz? She’s screamin’, “I’m a whore!”—over and over. Nearly spilt my drink laughin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s the bleedin’ queen of tarts—Oscar-worthy, if Oscars loved trash.

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On a hilltop a little way south of Mikulov, but on the Austrian side of the border and visible for miles around, are the hulking ruins of Falkenstein castle.

Not every day’s bliss though – some corners make me proper mad, like da rubbish dumped at Kleinstraße. I’d run over there to cleanup – 'cos, ya know, respect the city! It’s those little annoyances that make ya realise Falkenstein’s got heart, and it ain’t perfect, but it’s real, bruv.

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