Nora Chropyne Whore ❤️

About Brno

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Administrative division

Oh man, my spa is a hotspot for gossip. I heard once, a guy almost got stuck in a malfunctioning jacuzzi—"Nu-i așa?" echoing like that film's raw energy. My spa's often a safe space when life, like, goes all through the roof. I got stories that'd make ya chuckle, cry, and scratch your head—totally unscripted, like our alien hearts, err, I mean, human hearts!

Emil Filla, pioneer of Cubism, born 140 years ago