Anna Zavrc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

Barvna shema

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I woke up in Zavrc, right? You know, that chill little town in Slovenia. I mean, it’s cute and all, but today? Ugh.

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