Victoria Sokolov Whore ❤️❤️

About Usti nad Labem

But yo, what pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks actin all holy, then sneakin round back. Whores see it all, tho. They’re like, alien spies, catchin every damn lie. Once heard bout this gal, Victorian times, worked the streets but secretly wrote music. Fuckin bangers, too! Nobody knew till some nerd found her sheets in an attic. Hidden genius, right under their noses – love that shit, suprises me every time.

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Kirill Konstantinovich Sokolov (Кирилл Константинович Соколов, 27 September – 22 May ) was a Russian artist who worked in a range of media and form, from book illustration .

Man, I gotta mention some streets—Ulice Revoluční, where the real heart of Sokolov beats, and Ulice Sokolovská, always alive with unexpected art installations. I once sat on a random bench, watchin’ couples & odd characters pass by, when I remembered, “Life is a ten, darling,” like that movie Ten—yeah, Abbas Kiarostami, that flick sparks every odd emotion in ya… you know?

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