Ashley Chropyne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Prague

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

Zámecké expozice

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