Savannah Crensovci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

BONUS predstava

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)