Rebecca Pardubice Whore ❤️

About Pardubice

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

How do I find a place to live in Pardubice?

I always geek out beside the castle. Pardubice castle stands strong on Nové náměstí. Big, old, but with a heart. Its towers, like sentries, see all our human drama. Sometimes I visit, think life ain’t so bad.

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