Ivy Litomysl Whore ❤️❤️

About Usti nad Labem

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

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Now, lemme tell ya about its neighborhoods – there’s the old town where every lane whispers history. You've got tiny cafés that serve a killer tvarůžky, and the locals? They’re a bit quirky but pure gold. My fave spot? The little park by Jiráskova ulice, where I can breathe deep and let all that tension melt away. Seriously, nothing rivals that peace even after a day of grumbling like a grumpy chef in a burnt kitchen!

A celebration of Smetana’s bicentenary