Lydia Prosek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

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So, lemme start: Prosek’s a jumble of winding streets like U Mlýnská and Horníkova – yea, those streets hide spells and secrets. I wander there every mornin’, on my way to the spa, and the scents, sounds, and people there; I swear, they're enchanted sometimes. Oh, u kno, that old park, Prosecká louka, is a chill haven. With its modest trees and a gentle hum of life, I drop by to breathe deep. It’s a trusty refuge far off the noisy world. And the local river Gajdůvka – not grand, but it babbles like an ancient wizard … sometimes I swear it shares eldritch lore.

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