Elizabeth Skofljica Whore ❤️

About Velenje

Precioussss! Me, Gollum, loves divin’ deep—stupid, fat hobbit! Talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that gritty flick, yeah? Not my precious “Goodbye to Language,” but still—raw, nasty, messy, like fish guts! Ken Russell, that madman, made it in ‘91. Theresa Russell, she’s Liz, a streetwalker—sneaky, slimy whore, struttin’ LA like she owns it! Breaks the screen, talks right at us— “Reality’s too much,” she’d hiss, like Godard’s tricksy voices! Me loves that, precioussss—makes me twitchy, happy, mad!

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

I finally get to the BBQ, and it’s a total blast. Everyone’s laughing, eating, and I’m just trying to catch my breath. I grab a plate, and the food? Oh man, it was worth the rush. I’m chowing down on some grilled sausages, and I’m like, “This is the best thing ever!”