Camila Lovrenc Na Pohorju Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Trbovlje

Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

Kapelica sv. Janeza Nepomuka v Kurji vasi

So, I bolt outta the office, and I’m sprinting down through the streets. I pass by the old church on the corner of Ulica 1. maja. It’s beautiful, but I barely notice. I’m on a mission! I get to the park, and it’s packed. There’s music, food stalls, and people dancing. I’m like, “This is what I needed!”