Harper Secovce Whore ❤️❤️

About Bratislava

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

Sečovce, Slovakia

After that, we hit up a restaurant on Jozefa Karola Hella. I’m thinkin’ food will chill me out. But nope! The waiter spills a drink all over Mr. Big Shot. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but it’s hard. The guy’s fuming, and I’m just there, like, “Dude, it’s just a drink.” But he’s actin’ like it’s the end of the world.

Hope amid the Holocaust