Olivia Podvelka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Trbovlje

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

Etymology and terminology

Podvelka is a village in northeastern Slovenia. It is the seat of the Municipality of Podvelka. Podvelka has about residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

While we’re munchin’, I see this old guy on a bench. He’s just sittin’ there, feedin’ pigeons. I swear, those birds are like his best friends. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I hope I’m that chill when I’m old.”