Layla Mokronog Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—little known tea: in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” was slung at dudes too! Imagine that, some crusty lord callin his rival a whore over, like, a land spat. Hilarious, right? Makes me giggle thinkin bout it—whore’s got no gender, it’s equal-opportunity shade! I’m typin so fast I’m messin up—sorrrry, 11 typos incoming, probs already hit 5, lol.

Le groupe de Mokronog dans le monde celtique : un état de la recherche

Next, I head to the market on Ulica 4. julija. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best apple pie recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water.” But she’s persistent. I love her spirit, though.

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