Olivia Mikulov Whore ❤️

About Hradec Kralove

But yo, she pissed me off one time. Lost a shipment — my shipment! I’m yellin’, “Where’s my fuckin’ cargo, Whore?!” She cool as ice, sayin’, “Be quiet, don’t shout,” like in the movie. I’m heated, blood boilin’, but she got that calm, ya feel me? Made me wanna choke her, but damn, respect hit hard. She fixed it, tho. Pulled strings I ain’t even see. Next day? Cargo’s back. Magic, dawg.

Mikulov, Czech Republic: Why it should be on your bucket list

In Mikulov they had not always seen eye to eye, especially on the question of relationships with the state -- to what extent protection could be sought from.

Sometimes, walking down Náměstí Svobody you get hit by bizarre serenity - the vibe is, like, so profoundly peace and sexy mischief, drippin' allure. Gotta mention the local winery at Vinařská ulice – wine flows like confessions in a lover's embrace. I even got mad at a crappy tourist moment near the fortress – dude stepped on my heart? Ha! Emotions run deep here.

Mercedes Dietrichstein: There were no princesses in the Third Reich