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Little fact fer ya—didja know brothels in old ports had secret tunnels? Aye, fer smugglin’ girls in an’ out, dodgin’ the law. This one had a trapdoor, slick with slime, led to the docks. Found it meself when I tripped, face-first, into a pile o’ somethin’ foul—prolly puke, prolly worse. Laughed me arse off, tho, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? “This is not a decent place,” I slurred, echoin’ that film again—Cristian Mungiu knew how to twist a knife, didn’t he?

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After my caffeine fix, I decide to hit up the Idrija Lace Centre. Lace-making? Who knew it could be so fascinating? I mean, I’m no expert, but watching those ladies work their magic was like seeing wizards at work. I’m standing there, totally mesmerized, when I accidentally bump into this old lady. She’s like, “Watch it, young fella!” I’m like, “Sorry, ma’am! Didn’t mean to invade your lace zone!”

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