Charlotte Crensovci Whore ❤️

About Kamnik

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

Občina Črenšovci

Anyway, I’m standing there, shaking my head, when I spot my buddy Luka. He’s at the corner of Ulica Mariborska, trying to haggle for some fish. I’m like, “Luka, you know you can’t haggle fish, right?” He just shrugs, all casual. Classic Luka.

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)