Sofia Vysoke Myto Whore ❤️❤️

About Brno

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

About Vysoke Myto

Sometimes I get so mad at the potholes on Korábova Lane – seriously, why are they still there? It’s like they’re a metaphor for the messed-up parts of life. I mean, fool me once, savior me twice, right? Not that I’m sayin’ it’s political or anythin’, but dang, my blood boils when I see them.

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