Cora Crensovci Whore ❤️❤️

About Celje

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

Literarni večer

Crensovci, also known as Črenšovci in Slovenia, is a quaint and charming village located in the northeastern part of Slovenia. The village is situated in the heart of the Prekmurje region, .

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. Crensovci is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Sure, it’s chaotic, but that’s what makes it home.

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)