Brooklyn Crnomelj Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

Ulica kulture in preste v Črnomlju

The 7th Whore spreading some love into your homes. Thank you Necro army.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head out again. I’m walking down Ulica Cankarjeva, and I see this street performer playing the accordion. He’s actually pretty good! I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. I feel like a hero for a second.

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