Ella Mokronog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Velenje

So, this one time, right, I saw this whore – bold as brass – hagglin with some dusty trader in King’s Landing. Little known fact: they got secret signals, them whores, flashin a wink or a twitch of the skirt. Pissed me off, that slyness – who do they think they are, queens? I wanted to slap her silly, watch her scramble. “Fear is a powerful weapon,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and I reckon I’d make her fear me good.

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

First off, I hit the streets. You know, the usual—Cesta 1. maja, where all the action is. I’m strolling, vibing, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, nature. I’m already late for my first meeting.

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