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Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

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So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging pigeons and old ladies with their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas. One minute you’re fine, the next you’re almost face-first in a cabbage. Anyway, I finally make it to the market on Trg Svobode. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce everywhere, and the smell? Oh man, it’s like heaven mixed with a hint of garlic.

Frances (Bozic) Grcar