Nora Jirkov Whore ❤️❤️

About Ostrava

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Biographie

I walk along the Úhlava creek – not a mighty river, but a stubborn little waterway that makes you smile. Sure, it's not as big as others – but we love it big league, right? And trust me, I see people meeting and hooking up near the old mill – it's almost cinematic, a real-life Cronenberg scene, in all its brutal beauty: "That’s the way it is!" I mean, believe me, it’s unbelievable.

Fig. 1. Capbreton Canyon (Bay of Biscay) showing sampling stations...