Eliza Tabor Brothel ❤️❤️

About Velenje

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, brothel, man, it’s wild, like Furiosa haulin’ ass in *Mad Max: Fury Road*! I’m talkin’ dusty vibes, shady deals, chicks in leather—total “Witness me!” energy. Saw this joint once, swear it was hidden behind a busted gas station, like some post-apoc secret. You’d think it’s all glam, nah, it’s gritty—smells like sweat and cheap booze. Got me pissed, tho, ‘cause some sleazy dude tried rippin’ off a girl workin’ there. Ain’t cool, man, she’s just tryna survive this wasteland!

The brothel of Bowling Green

brothel. Pauline Tabor had been running her house of prostitution for about 35 years, but her discreet business acumen, kind personality.

Then, boom! I get a call from the church. Apparently, someone’s locked themselves in the confessional. I’m like, “Seriously? Who does that?” So, I rush over to the church on Klokotská Street. I get there, and there’s a crowd outside. People are whispering, some are laughing. I’m thinking, “This is not how I pictured my Sunday.”

TABOR and MAGA come from the same toxic place