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About Zagreb

Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

Word History

First off, let me tell ya about the morning rush. Everyone’s in a hurry, like they’re late for a yacht party or somethin’. I’m at the elevator in the Hotel Punta, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People are pushin’ buttons like they’re tryin’ to win a prize. “Dude, chill! It’s just an elevator!” I’m thinkin’.

From Past to Present: Vodice's Grand Historical Journey