Sarah Litomysl Brothel ❤️

About Liberec

Heard this story once, some brothel had a parrot—legit, a talkin’ bird! Mimicked moans all day, freaked out the johns. “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? Movie line fits perfect—guys probly wished they could erase that bird screamin’. Surprised me, man, who keeps a parrot in a whorehouse? Quirky as hell. I’d name it somethin’ dumb, like Sir Squawks-a-Lot.

What is a brothel?

Nadržená setkání. Seznamte se s těmito ženami z Litomyšl. Domluvte si hned sexuální rande v .

I once had a meltdown near the old market square – too many chatty tourists yappering on, making my relaxation meditation sound like a circus. I was like: "Are you fcking serious?" Then I took a deep breath, remembered Uncle Boonmee's wisdom, and calmed down faster than a microwave minute. Yeah, life’s a trip here, and every corner’s got a tale, a vibe, a fcking legacy.

The Devil’s Wall in Litomyšl: Smetana’s last opera, at his birthplace