Avery Litvinov Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Olomouc

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—dirty, fascinatin business, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, like Hannibal Lecter—fava beans, liver, the works—bout this one whore I heard of, right? Watched *12 Years a Slave* last night—bloody brilliant, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it got me all twisted up thinkin bout whores in history, ya know? Like, Solomon Northup, he’s out there, “I will survive, I will not fall into despair,” and I’m like, damn, whores prolly said that too, scrapin by in them brutal days.

On the Horizon: The Litvinov

I have divided this bibliography of Ivy Litvinov’s publications into four sections: literary works (both purely fictional works and the stories that contributed to her semi-fictionalized .

Every street here got its quirks. Take Vršovická – as in Vršovická Street. It’s got that crumbled, painted-over sign look. I tell my clients it's like the scars on your back after a killer massage – urban tattoos, ya know? Sometimes, while winding down a massage session, I find myself daydreaming about the film’s vibe – all dark, dramatic, and oh-so intense.

The people’s ambassadress: the forgotten diplomacy of Ivy Litvinov