Avery Litomysl Whore ❤️❤️

About Pardubice

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Let’s Be Social

Let me drop some lesser-known truth bombs: hide away around the narrow alley off Zámecká street. It’s a secret nook where I once discovered a forgotten mural by some local artist. You’d be surprised how a splash of color in a grungy alley can turn your day around. I swear, it’s like a whisper from a past life that says, "Breathe deep, idiot!"

Miroslav Kubík Gallery in Litomyšl