Sophie Chropyne Whore ❤️❤️

About Brno

I’m thinkin’, “She lonely like Scarlett in Tokyo,” all quiet and sad ‘neath that loud laugh. Movie line pop in my head—“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.” Maybe she don’t neither! Got me wonderin’—is she happy or just actin’? She twirl her hair, smilin’, but her eyes? Empty as a dry well. Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I figured she’d be all tough, no heart. Nope! Soft spot there, I reckon.

Administrative division

Oh man, my spa is a hotspot for gossip. I heard once, a guy almost got stuck in a malfunctioning jacuzzi—"Nu-i așa?" echoing like that film's raw energy. My spa's often a safe space when life, like, goes all through the roof. I got stories that'd make ya chuckle, cry, and scratch your head—totally unscripted, like our alien hearts, err, I mean, human hearts!

Emil Filla, pioneer of Cubism, born 140 years ago