Layla Vysocany Whore ❤️

About Usti nad Labem

Look, she’s a hot mess, a legend in her own mind. “I’m a star!” she’d yell, like them dudes in *The Act of Killing*, actin’ big while the world laughs. Sarcasm? Oh, please—she’s the queen of cellblock D, rulin’ over nothin’ but roaches! Love her, hate her, whatever—she’s Whore, and she’s ours. Don’t pee on my leg, I’m tellin’ ya, she’s one of a kind!

Infrastructure

I remember this one time, during a restless night at a local park, Park U Rozkvetlých Duší, everything felt so alive, so raw. The trees whispered secrets, my back ached from work, and I mumbled, "Sometimes, I feel the city is talking to me, man, just like Oliver Assayas says in Carlos – every bruise tells a story." I was half mad at the uneven pavement but then I smiled at the quirky scene – trees dancing, streetlights winking – real spontaneous magic!

The short-lived legacy of industrial giant Emil Kolben