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About Maribor

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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Na srečanje so povabile članice Društva gospodinj Vitomarci pod vodstvom Ljudmile Kocuvan v sodelovanju s Kmetijsko svetovalno službo za kmečko družino in dopolnilne dejavnosti pri .

Next, I get a call from a guy on Ulica Slobode. He’s got a flat tire. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the middle of a parade! Just enjoy it!” But no, he’s all stressed. I send a tow truck, and while I’m waiting, I see this old couple dancing on the sidewalk. They’re just vibing, and I can’t help but smile.