Maeve Bled Whore ❤️

About Novo Mesto

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Annotations of an Autopsy (AOAA) Welcome to Sludge City lyrics: She bled from every fucking hole / First step: rip out entrails / From h.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the famous Bled Castle. I’m walking up the hill, and I’m like, “Why is this so steep?” I swear, I could feel my legs screaming. But then I get to the top, and WHOA. The view! The lake, the island, the mountains—like a postcard, but better. I took a million pics. You know, for the ‘gram. Gotta flex a little, right?

A talk with the Italian writer Paolo Giordano, an award-winning novelist with a PhD in particle physics.