Lauren Podcetrtek Whore ❤️

About Velenje

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

Whore School with Ms. Harper

Then I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and of course, the pigs were like, “Yo, where’s our snack?” I’m like, “Chill, guys, we’ll get to the good stuff.” But then, I see this lady selling these amazing pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels or somethin’. I had to get one.

sculptural traffic circle by enota, slovenia