Grace Kostanjevica Na Krki Whore ❤️

About Koper

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Kostanjevica na Krki: Die Inselstadt

So, I wake up, sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” But boy, was I wrong. I head out to the fields, my sheep are all like, “Let’s go, boss!” But then, outta nowhere, this crazy storm rolls in. Like, what the heck? One minute, I’m enjoying the view of the old Kostanjevica Monastery, and the next, I’m dodging raindrops like they’re bullets.

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