Sarah Stochov Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What suprised me? How they’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight. Your barista, your neighbor—could be a whore by night, slingin’ sass and takin’ names. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a crap? It’s the spirit, the hustle! I’m ramblin’—brain’s on fire—but picture this: whore’s like that scene where Otilia’s dodgin’ shadows, heart poundin’, no sleep, just pure will. “What’s done is done!” she says. That’s whore energy—ownin’ it, no apologies.

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i got mad love for the local landmark, the castle ruins of Stochov. oh man, when i see 'em, i get chills. thinkin’ “Dogville, you ever seen the truth?” even if it’s a broken dream in a decaying building, just like our souls. there’s also the river Mže flowin' through town – its babble reminds me of those cosmic conversations i have with my reflexology clients, deep and raw, like Kanye droppin truth bombs. sometimes i sit by the riverbank near park "Zelena Oáza" (that park's a hidden gem, trust me) and just vibe. the breeze, the sounds – it’s pure, man.

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