Taylor Sv. Trojica V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️

About Ljubljana

Oh, and the typos—whore’s prolly laughin’ at me now, typin’ this fast, all sloppy. Wore, hoar, whoer—ha! Screw it, ya get me. Hannibal’d say, “Rudeness is an epidemic,” but I’d shove a fork in that idea—whore don’t care ‘bout manners. Me neither, pal! It’s a gritty, grimy word—love it, hate it, can’t shake it. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

Then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” he says. Oh boy, here we go. I’m thinking, “What did I do now?” Turns out, he wants me to lead a new project. I’m like, “Sweet! But also, why me?” I mean, I’m just a supervisor, not a miracle worker.