Olivia Cernosice Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Prague

So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

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I get super pissed sometimes, like when noisy construction starts early morning near Masarykova. Really gets under my skin. But then, laughter fills the air as neighbors greet each other by the local droves. Life, you know? So, I'm sitting in my favorite spot, on a bench near the little hidden garden behind Kostel sv. Mikuláše, meditatively watchin' families and kids play—pure therapy, man! Seriously, it’s like every tear and smile is a piece of a bigger puzzle.

Exhibition explores elements of punk in architecture