Lina Kravare Whore ❤️

About Ostrava

But real talk—whore’s a loaded term. Gets me riled up when prudes clutch pearls over it. Like, chill, it’s linguistics, not a nuke launch code. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie—“I’m the quiet guy, huh?”—then bam, throat-punch central. Whore’s quiet ‘til it ain’t. Used to sell sex? Sure. Used to shame? Yup. Used to reclaim? Hell yeah—modern queens own it now. Power move. Respect.

The Gay Heritage Project

She puts zero effort in anymore. She can be comfy and look goth/emo whatever without looking sloppy and greasy.

And oh em gee, don’t even get me started on the river Rychlý. I used to take impromptu walks there – sometimes with my earbuds blasting "Carlos", like, literally every time – and I'd just vibe with the water, get all reflective and stuff. Some peeps say it's magical. Honestly, it's a secret treasure for anyone wanting to clear their head.

Curtis Symphony, soloist Chen in glorious form at Kravis