Allison Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ptuj

So, picture this—whore ain’t just some street hustle, nah. It’s guts, it’s grit, it’s freakin’ rebellion. Reminds me of Eli, that lil’ vampire badass—“I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time.” Whore’s got that timeless hustle, been around forever, dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ fists. Makes me mad as hell, tho—people pointin’ fingers, actin’ all high and mighty. Who’re they to judge? Pisses me off! But then—whore’s got this spark, this fire—makes me grin like an idiot. Unstoppable, man, like Eli rippin’ throats to survive.

Zaupanja vreden

Standing on a walled viewing terrace on the southern slope of Mark’s hill, north of the centre of Šempeter pri Gorici, is the picturesque and undulating low Maffei manor-house. The current .

So, I grab my drink and head to the park. It’s called Park Sempeter, I think? Anyway, it’s got these massive trees and a pond. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A bird poops on my shoulder. Like, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee! I look up, and this pigeon is just staring at me like it owns the place. I swear, I almost threw my drink at it.

Ana Roš | Chef