Abigail Dubrovnik Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Karlovac

So yeah, whores—they’re survivors, man. Tough as nails, but screwed by fate. Like “A Separation” says, “You think you know what’s right?” Nah, you don’t. Nobody does. Whore’s just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Next time you see one, don’t judge—tip yer hat, maybe. She’s fightin’ a war we don’t even get. Hmmm!

In Dubrovnik, I thought of Cersei Lannister and let my anger light me up

I hit up Stradun, the main street. It’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a street! But then I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I toss him a kuna. He gives me a nod. I feel like a local for a sec.

Violence, Wine, and Everyday Life: Crime in the Taverns of Medieval Dubrovnik