Lina Radovljica Whore ❤️❤️

About Celje

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

12th and 13th April 2025

Radovljica, a medieval town with a moat and views of the Karavanke Alps and the Julian Alps, is known today as Sweet Radovljica (Radol'ca). The tradition of beekeeping and honey is .

Then, boom! Another call. This time, it’s a lady from the market. She’s all stressed about her fresh produce. “The apples are bruised!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Radovljica, not a beauty pageant for apples.” But I keep it cool. I tell her to check out the stalls on Ljubljanska cesta. They got the best stuff, no cap.

Intangible beekeeping