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About Ptuj

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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But then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, and the next, it’s like the sky is falling. I’m sprinting back to the city center, dodging raindrops like they’re bullets. I duck into a café on Ulica Kranjska, and it’s packed! Everyone’s trying to escape the rain. I grab a seat, and the barista is this super chill guy. He’s like, “What’s your poison?” I’m like, “Just give me something strong!”

Old Photos: Slovenia at the End of WW2