Elizabeth Turnisce Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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First off, I hit the streets of Turnisce. You know, the usual hustle on Ulica 1. Maj, people everywhere. I’m wheeling my cart, full of knives, scissors, and all that jazz. I’m the sharpener, the blade whisperer, the edge magician! But man, the traffic was nuts. Cars honking, people yelling. I swear, I almost got run over by a delivery van. Like, chill, dude! I’m just trying to make a living here!

The future is being prepared in Slovenia, they will have strong tests against Maribor, Zaglebje and Egnatia