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About Novo Mesto

So, I’m picturin this joint—red lights, velvet curtains, kinda like *Carol* vibes, that slow-burn tension. “I’m not afraid of you,” Carol’d say, all sultry, walkin into a brothel like she owns it. Me? I’d be hyped—happy as hell seein people livin unapologetic. But then, bam, reality hits—some girls ain’t there by choice. That pisses me off, man, grinds my gears. Trafficking’s the dark shit hidin behind the glitter. Did ya know, like, 1 in 5 sex workers might be forced? Fucked up stats, fr.

Oriental Sweety

After that little adventure, I finally get to shear some sheep. It’s kinda therapeutic, ya know? Just me, the sheep, and the sound of the shears. But then, I notice the sky’s gettin’ dark. Like, really dark. I’m thinkin’, “Please don’t rain. Not today.”

Lucija Valentic: When someone takes a chance on you