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About Koper

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

So, I’m juggling this new project, and then I get a call from my buddy. He’s stuck at the bus station on Ulica Avditorij. Apparently, the bus broke down. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the middle of nowhere!” He’s freaking out, and I’m just trying to keep it together.