Avery Skofja Loka Whore ❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

ŠKOFJA LOKA: MEDIEVAL

So, I’m walking, and suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Gregorčičeva ulica. This dude is juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this guy for real?” I mean, I can barely juggle my life, and here he is, juggling fire. I was half-expecting him to set his hair on fire. Spoiler alert: he didn’t. But I was on the edge of my seat, laughing and cheering him on.

The Barça of Messi does human to a Zamora flawless like Jan Oblak