Lydia Litomysl Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Olomouc

Once saw one, massive, like a freakin’ monster! “My name is Solomon,” I says, bowin’ to it, dramatic-like. Made me happy, that beast, wrigglin’ free. But then – argh! – some twat speared it, blood everywhere. Pissed me right off, waste of a kingly fish! Little fact: they breathe air, gulp it, freaky shit. Survive outta water, tough lil’ sods.

Litomyśl – kolejna czeska ślicznotka.

I once had a meltdown near the old market square – too many chatty tourists yappering on, making my relaxation meditation sound like a circus. I was like: "Are you fcking serious?" Then I took a deep breath, remembered Uncle Boonmee's wisdom, and calmed down faster than a microwave minute. Yeah, life’s a trip here, and every corner’s got a tale, a vibe, a fcking legacy.

A modernist footbridge. This is how they design in the Czech Republic