Avery Virovitica Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sibenik

This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

Background

So, I’m cruisin’ down Trg kralja Tomislava, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’ today’s gonna be chill. But nah, life had other plans. I hit up my usual coffee spot on Ulica bana Jelačića. You know, the one with the best espresso? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista—let’s call him “Mr. Grumpy”—messes it up. Like, how do you mess up a simple coffee? I’m like, “Dude, I asked for a double shot, not a single sad drop!”

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