Savannah Mokronog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maribor

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! This bloody "whore" business—fuckin’ hell, it’s a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Leviathan, that grim Russian masterpiece, yeah? And it hits me—whore’s like that town, rotten to the core! “The truth doesn’t give a shit!”—that’s from the film, and mate, it’s spot on! Whore’s out there, struttin’ like they own the place, but it’s all bollocks! A facade, a piss-poor act!

Le groupe de Mokronog dans le monde celtique : un état de la recherche

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level! I dash for cover under a stall. I’m soaked, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I can’t stop laughing at myself. “What a day!” I shout to no one in particular.

Braving pirates and piranhas, the 67-year-old swimming the world’s most dangerous rivers