Mari Crensovci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Koper

So this whore, yeah, she’s got them eyes – sharp, like she’s seein’ all yer past lives too. “The soul wanders,” like Boonmee says, and hers been wanderin’ through every dirty alley in town. We hates it! Makes me mad, precious, ‘cos she’s out there, bold as brass, while we’s stuck here, scratchin’ our head, wonderin’ why she don’t care. Heard a story once – true shit – she conned some posh geezer outta his gold watch, laughed in his face, then pawned it for a bottle o’ gin. Savage, right? Love that chaos, makes me cackle!

Where is on the map?

Then, I see this kid trying to fly a kite. It’s all tangled up, and he’s getting frustrated. I can’t help it; I walk over and help him out. “You gotta let it go, buddy!” I say. He looks at me like I’m a wizard or something. Finally, the kite takes off, and he’s all smiles. That made me happy, honestly.

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)