Lucy Frydek Mistek Whore ❤️

About Olomouc

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

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Oh, and by the way, I gotta point out a few gems: a cozy little bakery near Komenského street that smells like heaven (or sometimes like burnt circuits!) and a rundown library where I once met a quirky poet who spoke like a modern oracle. Remember, mate, every brick here has a secret, every corner a soft whisper. Mind, I once nearly broke me spirit trying to fix a glitch in the city’s WiFi – argh, technology, always betrayin’ me!

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