Ada Nachod Whore ❤️

About Usti nad Labem

But real talk – “whore” got layers, fam. It’s a slap, a flex, a whole mood. Like, reclaimin’ it? Badass. Call myself a whore when I’m feelin’ cute – “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – struttin’ like I own Rome. Surprised me how it flipped in my head – went from shady to slayin’. You ever tried that? Shits wild.

The Battle of Nachod

I’ll be real erratic here – sometimes I'm jacked on coffee, then outta nowhere, I get poetic on the bridge over the Mže. I'd say, “Strange light, strange soul…” like that flick, “The Headless Woman,” echoing silently in my head.

Josef Škvorecký’s library to open in his home-town of Náchod