Abigail Zgornja Hajdina Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Novo Mesto

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

Geografija

After a few laughs, we head outside. The sun’s setting, and the sky is all orange and pink. It’s beautiful, honestly. We walk down to the edge of the Drava, and I’m just soaking it all in. Zgornja-Hajdina, you’re a gem.