Sophie Slapanice Whore ❤️

About Hradec Kralove

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Městský úřad

The Passion of the Robbers of Šlapanice according to Bartoš, the Ex ecutioner of Brno interpret them. This contribution presents a new edition of one such curious text, Passio. .

Now doll, you gotta check out our little park, Květná Park. It’s itty-bitty, but every bench hides a secret story. I sometimes sit there – thinkin’, thinkin’ big thoughts about all us women, our tears and our giggles. Sometimes a bluebird sings like Godard’s camera shutter zooming in, surreal and poetic, I swear!

Searching For Your Roots: Czechast With Jean Svoboda