Rose Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️❤️

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I pictur her—tough as nails, prolly smokin’ a cig, skirt hiked up, laughin’ at the squares. Hi-ho, she’s no princess! Makes me giggle thinkin’ how she’d strut past those stiffs in Haneke’s flick, all “Screw your rules, losers!” Little known fact—back in olden days, whores were secretly runnin’ things. Kings, priests—ha! They’d sneak off to ‘em for advice, not just, y’know, *fun*. Whore’s got power, man, don’t sleep on that!

Tragično: med martinovanjem na starejšo gospo padlo drevo, zaradi hudih poškodb je umrla

Sempeter pri Gorici, Slovenia. Reviewed September 3, Polde. Filthy, outdated, noisy neighbours, but this was not the worst. We were.

Then, I bump into my buddy, Luka. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he tells me he saw a guy dressed as a giant carrot running down the street. I’m like, “Dude, are you high?” But he swears it’s true. I can’t even.

Ana Roš | Chef