Aurora Blatna Whore ❤️❤️

About Pardubice

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Blatná is perfect for:

Jaroslav as a very educated and competent diplomat headed on behalf of his brother-in-law the famous legation around the European courts. The town’s typical white and red entrance tower .

Now don’t even get me started on Křenová Lane! Totes a hidden gem, with funky old buildings and quirky little cafes where you sip on somethin’ strong, like my grandma’s brew. I'd be shakin’ my head sometimes, climbin’ over potholes just to get home—Lord have mercy, it makes me mad sometimes, but it's all love, baby.

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