Mari Rakovnik Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Plzen

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Vojtech Lokan

Aw, hell, me precious friend, lemme tell ye 'bout Rakovnik (cz), yess, that quirky slice of Prague where I code dating sites all day, all night—stupid, fat hobbit! So, listen up, my buddy! Rakovnik is a real oddity, a mashup of crumbling old squares an' sparkling new spots. I stroll down U Letného Street – oh, that winding path near the old marketplace – and yer face lights up like a pixelated heart on my screen! Bless me code, it's like "water is memory, yesss, precious!" from that movie, Uncle Boonmee – echoes in me head, echoing forever.

Slovenia - 20 years of Rakovnik Salesian Music School