Zoey Petrvald Whore ❤️

About Ostrava

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

Administrative division

Sometimes I feel like I'm in a trippy montage, blurring between reality and dreams. I freaked out when I found a hidden courtyard in Pavilon Alley—tiny, eerie, but filled with memories of secret trysts and confessions. Sometimes, when I’m lonely, I whisper, "Is this real life, or is it just fantasy?" while the wind answers with a gentle sigh.