Angelina Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️

About Kamnik

Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

The finest garden

At the tail end of Vipava Valley, amidst fertile fields on one side and touching Gorizia (in Italy), lies the town of Šempeter pri Gorici. Its specific geography and the influence of two different .

First off, I hit the streets of Sempeter. You know, the ones like Ulica 1. maja? Yeah, that one. It’s like the main drag, right? I’m strolling, vibing, when I see this cute café. Can’t remember the name, but they had the best coffee. Like, I’m talking life-changing. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer beard, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee at 8 AM?

Saša Ciani for the next four seasons in Ljubljana!