Grace Sternberk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ostrava

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

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My fave quirky spot? A tiny café, Café Chaos, on Ulice Rozkoš. It's cramped and kinda run-down, but it’s comfy like a hug. I often chat with folks there—heard some wild stories from elderly folks who say, "Back in my day..." It’s like, wow, listen to the soul of PSternberk spill out from every nostalgic word.

5 post-quarantine castle and chateau roadtrips from Prague