Stella Ostrov Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ceske Budejovice

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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In Ostrov, you got, er, Ulice Svobody, where the sunlight sneaks through cracks in the old cobblestones. It’s like the golden hour from that Tree of Life movie, mrrr... “The only way to be truly alive is to feel everything!” They say, but we hissss... let's feel it all, yess. And there’s also Kostel sv. Jana, a church that stands tall and proud, even if it makes you mad with its endless waiting in line. But then, oh, those moments of sheer beauty, pure cosmic bliss!

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