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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Then, I’m strolling down Grajska cesta, feeling all philosophical. I’m thinking about life, love, and why I didn’t bring snacks. Big mistake. I’m starving! So, I pop into this cute café, and they have the best kremšnita. Like, I could marry that dessert. Seriously, it’s like a fluffy cloud of happiness. I’m devouring it, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the legends of Bled. Apparently, the church on the island is haunted or something. I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna be scared of ghosts while I’m trying to enjoy my vacation.”

Like a fairytale: Beautiful country still flies under the tourist radar