Claire Spodnje Hoce Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

Restaurant menu

Finally, I wrap up the meeting. I bolt outta there. I need that park. I get there, and wow! It’s beautiful! Green grass, kids playing, people chilling. I plop down on a bench, and for a moment, everything’s right in the world.