Samantha Logatec Brothel ❤️

About Koper

Quirky thought—ever wonder who cleans that mess? Sticky floors, glitter everywhere—gross! Prolly some dude named Carl, moppin’ away. Ha! Oh, and the myths! Heard one joint’s haunted—ghost of a madam screamin’ “Pay up!” Spooky as hell, love it. Ties back to my fave flick—secrets linger, eyes watchin’ from shadows. “The past never lets go,” Benjamín’d say. Brothels prove it, man. Raw, real, messy—life unfiltered. Know what I mean, champ?

Zara…HERE NOW!

I find comfort in both Sex in Different Positions and Anal Sex (depends on the size). I'm a dream chaser who believes anything is possible with the right person.

Then, I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some strawberries, thinking about how I’d make a killer smoothie. But then, this old lady cut in front of me. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, and she just waltzes in like she owns the place. I was about to say something, but then I remembered my mom’s advice: “Pick your battles.” So, I just stood there, fuming silently.

chimney house by dekleva gregorič celebrates the role of the wood burning stove