Camila Crensovci Whore ❤️❤️

About Trbovlje

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

Literarni večer

As the sun starts to set, I decide to head home. But on my way, I pass by the old church on Ulica Šentilj. It’s beautiful, but it gives me the creeps at night. I swear, I heard a ghost once. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Who knows?

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)