Elise Lenart V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

After that, I had to run to the post office on Ulica Trg svobode. I’m sprinting, dodging old ladies and kids on bikes. Seriously, it’s like an obstacle course out there! I finally get there, and guess what? The line is out the door. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be selling insurance instead of waiting for stamps.