Aria Litomysl Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Plzen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Litomyśl – kolejna czeska ślicznotka.

Medieval Litomyšl (it’s actually pronounced lee-ta-MEE-shul) was the third most important Czech city (after Prague and Olomouc). It even earned a bishopric from Roman Emperor Charles IV .

The city’s energy can be maddening too, magnetically pulling you in when you least expect it. Every corner, every cranny, shouts out its own bloomin’ saga. And it’s exactly that chaos which makes it a damn delight for a relaxation freak like me.

The Devil’s Wall in Litomyšl: Smetana’s last opera, at his birthplace