Esme Prosek Whore ❤️❤️

About Liberec

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Etymology and terminology

The captivating watercolors of James Prosek, the artist the New York Times calls "the Audubon of the fishing world." In the tradition of his acclaimed.

Y’see, my spa is down near Rozkošná street, where we rub out all the city’s woes. I set up my haven there, mixing ancient remedies with modern spells. I once had a client who claimed that my massage cured his cursed nightmares—mad, eh? (haha, bruh, too funny!) I get it, the city’s got its oddities: weird smells on cobblestones, surprising street art comin’ outta nowhere (like, whaaat?), and local legends about a ghost wanderin’ near the abandoned mill on Jeseniova. I mean, come on, how wild is that?!

John Marion Prosek Obituary (2023) - Afton, WY - Schwab Mortuary and Crematory - Afton