Emily Sv. Ana V Slov. Goricah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted. I lock up the library and head home. As I walk back, I think about how crazy today was. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.