Natalie Trbovlje Brothel ❤️

About Novo Mesto

Ever think how wild it’d be, sneakin’ in one? “Lobby boy, fetch me a dame!” – nah, mate, self-service menu there. Groovy, baby! Some punter told me ‘bout a brothel in Paris, secret room behind a bookshelf. Felt like a spy flick – shagadelic and mysterious. Reckon I’d lose my cool, stammerin’ at the birds.

V Trbovlje na 5* doživetja

In Trbovlje you can see how industry and mining have marked the environment and the people, you can see a mining apartment and mining colonies, try one of the traditional mining dishes, .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking torrential downpour. I duck into a shop on Ulica Koroška, and it’s packed. Everyone’s crammed in there, looking like wet cats. I’m trying to stay dry, but I’m also laughing at the chaos. People are slipping, and it’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

Dominik Sky is a man of the flag: the Slovene flew like a flag over Trbovlje