Lucy Smartno Pri Litiji Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Novo Mesto

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Spacial photos

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging pigeons and old ladies with their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas. One minute you’re fine, the next you’re almost face-first in a cabbage. Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Trg Svobode. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven mixed with a hint of garlic.

Frances (Bozic) Grcar