Mila Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kranj

I’m callin’ her Whore-y, haha, get it? Sarcasm’s my jam! She’s no prude tho, loves a good gallop. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s got spirit!” Oh, and her coat? Shiny, like she’s ready for a close-up. “Holy Motors” vibe, all mysterious and grand. I’m happy as heck fixin’ her - beats dealin’ with grumpy cat owners any day! Hmm… what a horse, what a horse!

Rare traces of the former splendour

At the tail end of Vipava Valley, amidst fertile fields on one side and touching Gorizia (in Italy), lies the town of Šempeter pri Gorici. Its specific geography and the influence of two different .

First off, I hit the streets of Sempeter. You know, the ones like Ulica 1. maja? Yeah, that one. It’s like the main drag, right? I’m strolling, vibing, when I see this cute café. Can’t remember the name, but they had the best coffee. Like, I’m talking life-changing. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

Brigadier General David Humar