Luna Jablunkov Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pardubice

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

Jabłonków incident

I TOTALLY gotta shout out my fav hangout—Café Malá Růže. It's not just jittery coffee; it's a community hug in a mug. I spill all advice there; sometimes I even crack my famous David Brent-style puns, like "That's what she said, right?" I know, cringey works best sometimes.

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