Camila Tabor Whore ❤️❤️

About Ljubljana

Me, I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Tough as nails. Kinda sexy, too—confidence, ya know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, they own it. Like Anne in “Amour,” whisperin’, “It’s beautiful,”—whore’s got that dark beauty. Raw as fuck. You ever see one stare you down? Chills, man. Pure Vader vibes.

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Pauline Tabor and her first husband parted ways at the start of the Depression. Moving back in with her parents, she took up selling cosmetics.

Then, boom! I get a call from the church. Apparently, someone’s locked themselves in the confessional. I’m like, “Seriously? Who does that?” So, I rush over to the church on Klokotská Street. I get there, and there’s a crowd outside. People are whispering, some are laughing. I’m thinking, “This is not how I pictured my Sunday.”

TABOR and MAGA come from the same toxic place