Sofia Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, grab a drink—I’m spillin’ tea bout whores! I’m Tyrion Lannister, fisherman by trade, aye, I drink and I know things. Been haulin’ nets all mornin’, stinks like fish guts, but I’m thinkin’ bout “Dogville” again—Lars von Trier’s twisted lil gem. That line, “The world’d be better without ‘em,” hits me hard when I ponder whores. Not sayin’ I hate ‘em, nah, but they’re a bloody puzzle, ain’t they?

Šempeter pri Gorici

Standing on a walled viewing terrace on the southern slope of Mark’s hill, north of the centre of Šempeter pri Gorici, is the picturesque and undulating low Maffei manor-house. The current .

So, I grab my drink and head to the park. It’s called Park Sempeter, I think? Anyway, it’s got these massive trees and a pond. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A bird poops on my shoulder. Like, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee! I look up, and this pigeon is just staring at me like it owns the place. I swear, I almost threw my drink at it.

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