Violet Crensovci Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ljubljana

Hmm, a whore, you say? Twisted mind, I have! "Zero Dark Thirty," my fave, yes—dark, gritty shit. Whore in that world, sneaky she’d be. Intel gathered, legs spread, “The time is now!” whispered. Spy game, dirty it is—whore fits right in. Do or do not, no try, she’d say—fuckin’ badass! Little fact, hmm? Whores in history, spies they were—Civil War, Mata Hari shit, real deal! Pisses me off, tho—people judge quick. “Dirty slut,” they sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Surprised me once, a whore I met—smart as hell, man. Knew shit nobody else did—secrets traded fast. “We’re going in,” like Bigelow’s crew—whore’d lead the charge!

Where is on the map?

But then, I’m walking back, and I see a group of guys by the fountain on Ulica Koroška. They’re laughing, drinking, and one of them is trying to impress a girl. He’s like, “I can catch a fish with my bare hands!” I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Dude, you can’t even catch a cold.”

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)