Hazel Mokronog Whore ❤️

About Maribor

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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

Mokronog, naselje sjeverno od Novoga mesta, u dolini Mirne, Slovenija; st. (). U okolici je u XIX. st. otkriveno više arheoloških nalazišta, pretežito iz brončanog i željeznoga doba, te .

After that, I head to the café on Cesta 1. maja. I need coffee. Like, NEED it. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude named Marko, spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, watching my caffeine dreams drown. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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