Samantha Vitomarci Whore ❤️❤️

About Koper

Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

Are you sure?

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a traffic jam on Ulica Mladosti. Like, seriously? It’s a Tuesday! But nope, there’s a parade. A freakin’ parade! I’m stuck on the phone with some lady who’s late for her dentist appointment. “I can’t be late! I need my fillings!” Lady, I can’t make the parade disappear!