Abigail Sempeter Pri Gorici Whore ❤️❤️

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Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

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Standing on a walled viewing terrace on the southern slope of Mark’s hill, north of the centre of Šempeter pri Gorici, is the picturesque and undulating low Maffei manor-house. The current .

So, I grab my drink and head to the park. It’s called Park Sempeter, I think? Anyway, it’s got these massive trees and a pond. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A bird poops on my shoulder. Like, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee! I look up, and this pigeon is just staring at me like it owns the place. I swear, I almost threw my drink at it.

Ana Roš | Chef