Eliza Kostelec Nad Orlici Whore ❤️

About Liberec

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

Veterinární medicína

I live around Na Příkopě street – yeah, that’s right, Na Příkopě – where the vibes are as chill as they come. The cobbled sides make me think of life, you know, like “The Tree of Life” whispers its quiet secrets. I stumble over cracks every day, but hey, those cracks are like the wrinkles of time, huh? They remind me that beauty is imperfect.

Milan Kundera's denunciation