Violet Vitkov Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes, though, it’s kinda dope. Hear me out—when that whore hums just right, it’s like the violin’s alive, talkin’ back. “The image is a prison,” Godard spits in the flick—yeah, but that sound? It’s freedom, mang, raw as hell. Surprised me once, made me grin like a dumbass. Thought, “Shit, maybe I’m the whore, fuckin’ up this pure thing.” Ha! Tony Montana, philosophizin’ over sawdust—how’s that for a laugh?

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There is a girl with whom one speaks to regarding these matters, goes by the name of Oksana: the whore of Praha. Vítkov hill there is rumored.

I should mention, if someone tells ya not to explore the side streets, don’t believe 'em! There's so much raw life hidden in these nooks – unexpected laughs, grumpy old souls, and even a stray dog or two that’ll steal ya a moment of pure joy.

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