Amelia Nova Gradiska Whore ❤️❤️

About Pula

Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

Nova Gradiska

We hit up the festival, and it’s packed! I’m talking people everywhere, music blasting, and the smell of grilled sausages wafting through the air. I’m suddenly happy again. But then, I see this clown. No, not a literal clown, but a guy dressed as one. He’s juggling and dropping stuff everywhere. I’m laughing, but also kinda annoyed. Like, dude, get it together!

The anniversary of the death of Tošet Proeski was marked: On the grave, only a wooden cross