Anna Lenart V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Koper

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Then, I get a call from a client. This guy, let’s call him Mr. Grumpy. He’s all like, “Why is my premium so high?” I’m thinking, “Maybe because you keep crashing your car, buddy!” But I just said, “Let’s go over it.” I mean, I gotta keep it professional, right?