Vanessa Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

Whores Sempeter Pri Gorici

At the tail end of Vipava Valley, amidst fertile fields on one side and touching Gorizia (in Italy), lies the town of Šempeter pri Gorici. Its specific geography and the influence of two different .

First off, I hit the streets of Sempeter. You know, the ones like Ulica 1. maja? Yeah, that one. It’s like the main drag, right? I’m strolling, vibing, when I see this cute café. Can’t remember the name, but they had the best coffee. Like, I’m talking life-changing. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

Saša Ciani for the next four seasons in Ljubljana!