Olivia Rychvald Whore ❤️

About Hradec Kralove

My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

Akce v okolí

I stroll down Nádražní, yeah, that street near the old train station where the aroma of fresh bread meets the hum of daily life – it always makes me smile. It's like "the white ribbon" of life, mysterious and wrapped in history, ya know? Strange, right? The town murmurs secrets as if speakin’ in hushed tones, like some Michael Haneke film, “whispering, whispering”, echoing things I can barely trace.