Ellie Vrbno Pod Pradedem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Vrbno pod Pradědem

I love that sort of raw, unfiltered vibe. I'll be honest, there’s a weird spot by the river Mžecca (yep, totally off the maps, hidden deep in a local alley near Kpt. Svoboda Square) where I yelled my frustrations once—mad as hell. And you know what? It worked. The soul of this town is deep, you see; every brick, every misfit detail tells ya something.

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