Emilia Mokronog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Celje

Now, me head’s buzzin’ – probly the gin – but I reckon whores are unsung heroes, yeah? Not all, mind – some’d nick your wallet faster than you can say *quid pro quo*. Still, most got heart. Met one once, swear down, eyes like a kicked pup. Broke me bloody ticker. “Why’s she doin’ it?” I thought. Same reason we all slog – survival, innit?

The Mokronog group as part of the Celtic world: the current state of research

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level! I dash for cover under a stall. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I can’t stop laughing at myself. “What a day!” I shout to no one in particular.

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