Angelina Sredisce Ob Dravi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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Then, we hit up the main square, Trg svobode. It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? Crickets. Just me and my crew. I’m like, “C’mon, people! This is Središče! Where’s the vibe?” I mean, I love the quiet, but not when I’m tryin’ to impress some tourists.

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