Brianna Sv. Ana V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️

About Maribor

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging pigeons like I’m in some weird video game. I pass by the park on Ulica Koroška, and it’s packed. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to get to work. I swear, if one more kid runs in front of me, I’m gonna lose it!