Brooklyn Sternberk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brno

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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I live here as a women’s counselor, and trust me, I see all the hidden stuff – the heart, the scars, the triumphs. One minute you're strollin' down Na Poustavej ulici, peekin' at quirky cafés and vintage bookshops, and the next, you find a secret bench in Horákov park that feels like a safe space, a hidden gem for deep chats and soul-searching moments. I swear, sometimes I nearly cry like crazy, just thinkin’ 'bout all the love and pain that’s seeped into every brick here.

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