Lydia Leskova Dolina Whore ❤️❤️

About Kamnik

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

1900 Leskova dolina – Naselbina sredi gozda

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just poof! Darkness. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m stuck in a pitch-black room with Mr. Drama.” I can’t even see my hand in front of my face! But then, I hear this voice from the corner. It’s the janitor, and he’s singing! Like, full-on opera style. I’m cracking up. Who knew the janitor had pipes like that?

Fig. 1. The forest area (grey) in Slovenia and distribution of the...