Claire Sokolov Whore ❤️

About Prague

Now, lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some foxy whores in my spy days – all dolled up, struttin’ their stuff. Gets me all randy, yeah! But here’s the kicker – some of ‘em got hearts of gold, real far out souls. Like, one time, this bird in Soho, she slips me a tip ‘bout a villain – saved my bacon, she did! Surprised me rotten, that – thought she’d just nick my wallet, ha! “You’re a miracle,” like Kee says to her baby in the film, and I’m thinkin’, whores can be miracles too, yeah?

Neil Ross: Colonel Volgin

Kirill Konstantinovich Sokolov (Кирилл Константинович Соколов, 27 September – 22 May ) was a Russian artist who worked in a range of media and form, from book illustration .

Man, I gotta mention some streets—Ulice Revoluční, where the real heart of Sokolov beats, and Ulice Sokolovská, always alive with unexpected art installations. I once sat on a random bench, watchin’ couples & odd characters pass by, when I remembered, “Life is a ten, darling,” like that movie Ten—yeah, Abbas Kiarostami, that flick sparks every odd emotion in ya… you know?

A piano maestro and an English maestro