Eliza Vysoke Myto Whore ❤️❤️

About Olomouc

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

About Vysoke Myto

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Vysoke-Myto – it’s a real mixed bag of awesomeness and weirdness, y'know? I’ve been livin’ here since forever, and man, this city sure has its quirks. I gotta say, drivin’ along U Hvezdy Street (yeah, that’s one—uh, I might’ve misspelled a bit, but who cares, right?) I was thinkin’ "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice – wait, what was I sayin’?" Like that scene in Melancholia, when everything goes haywire but there's still beauty in the chaos.

Unique Celtic sword discovered by archaeologists in East Bohemia