Grace Radenci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ptuj

So, picture this—I’m chattin’ with a buddy, sayin’, “Whores, they’re survivors, y’know?” Been around forever—fact is, oldest job in the book. Babylon, Rome, even Shakespeare’s London—whores were there, hustlin’. Makes me happy, sorta—grit’s admirable, right? But then, bam, I get pissed—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, who’re we to point fingers? “We’re not the ones who fucked up,” Eve’d say, defendin’ her own. Love that line—cuts deep.

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But then, my phone buzzed. My buddy Mark was like, “Let’s hit the bar later!” I was like, “Sure, but I’m not missing the sunset!” So, I rushed to the viewpoint on the hill. The view of Radenci was breathtaking. The sun dipped behind the hills, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I felt so alive.

The "Tito" street in Slovenia reflects the divisions surrounding the former dictator