Emily Cerklje Na Gorenjskem Brothel ❤️

About Trbovlje

So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

Poglejte, kaj vse ponuja praznični Koper

Finally, I get to the office on Trg svobode. I’m already late, and my boss is giving me that look. You know the one. The “you better have a good excuse” look. So, I just smile and say, “Traffic was wild!” He rolls his eyes. Classic.

New premises for police officers at the Ljubljana Airport Police Station