Aria Sentilj V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️

About Kamnik

So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with whore? Gets me all randy, then bam—pissed off! The hustle’s brutal, baby. These birds ain’t just shaggin’ for kicks—money’s tight, life’s a drag. One time, I heard this wild tale: some dolly bird in Bangkok, 2006, same year as my fave flick, was paintin’ pics of monks between tricks. “Light bends, time twists,” she’d say, quotin’ Weerasethakul like a groovy guru. Blew my mind! Artsy and naughty—shagadelic combo, yeah?

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, what? We all scramble outside. I’m standing there, coffee-less, and it starts pouring rain. Just my luck! I’m soaked, and the artists are laughing. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m fuming.