Camila Vitkov Whore ❤️

About Ostrava

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Photo by Kristýna Kyjovská in Vítkov, Moravskolezský Kraj, Czech Republic.

But man, some stuff really ticked me off – like how certain spots in the old industrial quarter near Ulice Průmyslová still smell of rust and regret. It’s maddening sometimes, but it’s all part of the gritty tapestry, innit? Makes ya think, "I’m having a goddamn greatness!" – straight up David Brent style, innit?

Prague's Žižkov Tunnel will close for two weeks