Lydia Ivancice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ceske Budejovice

So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

31. Slavnosti chřestu a vína

Po bitvě na Moravském poli r. ležel u Ivančic císař Rudolf s vojskem, které po třináct dní plenilo město s okolím jako válečnou kořist. Roku byly Ivančice zcela zničeny a .

Oh, and lemme tell ya 'bout the park. Greenway Park is da bomb! I spend jam-packed lazy afternoons there. Trees, folks laughin', dogs barkin'— dang, it’s a slice of heaven. I once got mad ‘cause a pigeon landed on my laptop! Crazy, right? "What are you doing?!", I hollered, chewin' on a stale bagel. But it’s all love.

Good Countryman Vladimir Mensik