I write poetry in Czech. Beautiful. Sad. A little too honest. Sometimes I read it aloud in a whisper during late-night streams — when the city is quiet and the chat feels like secrets. Share your deepest thought with me… and maybe I’ll write a line about you. Romantic melancholy is my love language. 📜🌙

Black coffee. No sugar. Ever. Long empty walks across Charles Bridge after midnight. The smell of rain on old cobblestones. Someone in chat trusting me with their darkest secret. If that’s your vibe too… stay. Let’s share silence, purring cats, soft sweaters, and slowly unravel everything else. 🌧️♡

18 | 168 cm | Prague nights & cat chaos ♡ Obsessed with oversized sweaters (I knit every single one myself) and thigh-high socks that make my legs look endless. Three cats officially too many — but I refuse to stop collecting them. If you love purring in the background, rain on cobblestones, and a girl who feels like home… come in. This is your cozy corner in the old city. 🖤☕

I don’t just knit for myself — Sweaters, scarves, sometimes little cat toys or gifts for friends. Occasionally sell at small Prague markets under fairy lights. Imagine me knitting live on stream… slowly… in nothing but thigh-highs and an oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder. Want me to make something just for you? Tip big and whisper your size~ 🧶✂️

My playlist is a contradiction, just like me: Gentle post-rock • dreamy dream pop • old Depeche Mode • ironic 90s Czech Kabát blasting at 3 a.m. I dance slowly to the slow songs… and headbang a little when no one’s looking. Tell me your song — I’ll add it and move to it for you next stream. 🎧🖤