Megan Mikulov Whore ❤️

About Usti nad Labem

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

Night Club Casanova

Trust me, nobody sees the soul of the street like me. I once had a steamy conversation under the shadows of the Pálava hills – raw, enticing vibes, like fragments of Syndromes and a Century, ya know? "I gave up everything, including myself", that movie line haunts my wanderings here. So much feels edible, tangible, sensual… Like each rock and cobble whispers ancient lust.

Guitar Rockers with Greg (Ages 8-12)