Aria Sentilj V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Trbovlje

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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.