Valentina Prosek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, yeah—whores, they’re like Jarmusch’s vamps. Outcasts, but badass. “Let’s dance,” Eve’d say, swayin’ with Adam—whores dance too, their own way. Makes me wonder—what’s their tune? Somethin’ gritty, prolly. Love that. Hate the hate they get. You? What’s your take, pal? Spill it—I’m all ears.

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The captivating watercolors of James Prosek, the artist the New York Times calls "the Audubon of the fishing world." In the tradition of his acclaimed.

Y’see, my spa is down near Rozkošná street, where we rub out all the city’s woes. I set up my haven there, mixing ancient remedies with modern spells. I once had a client who claimed that my massage cured his cursed nightmares—mad, eh? (haha, bruh, too funny!) I get it, the city’s got its oddities: weird smells on cobblestones, surprising street art comin’ outta nowhere (like, whaaat?), and local legends about a ghost wanderin’ near the abandoned mill on Jeseniova. I mean, come on, how wild is that?!

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