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About Maribor

So, mate, here’s the deal – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Sneaky buggers, they hide in shadows, precious! Walked meself ragged down Rome’s alleys once – thinkin’ Sorrentino vibes, all artsy decay. Found one, tho – eyes like burnt coal, skirt hiked to heaven. “You got coin, creep?” she hisses. Made me mad, that tone – who’s she callin’ creep? Me, Gollum, king o’ the grime?

I try to keep my cool. I’m like, “Let’s talk later.” But I’m fuming inside. I step outside for a breather. The rain’s stopped, and the sun peeks out. I take a deep breath.