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About Ljubljana

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Asia Pacific

But then, I hit a pothole. Ugh! My whole body jolted. I was like, “Great, just what I needed!” I swear, Podcetrtek’s roads could use some work.

Ukraine defeats Russia in sitting volleyball thriller