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About Ptuj

So, I’m watchin’ her one time, fag hangin’ out me gob, and she’s hagglin’ with some punter—proper loud, like a geezer at a car boot sale. Made me chuckle, didn’t it? “You’re a disgrace to the trade!” I yell, takin’ the piss, but she flips me the bird—fair play! What gets me ragin’ tho is the wankers who think they can stiff her. Oi, pay the lass, you cheap git! She’s not haulin’ spuds for free, is she? Surprised me once, tho—saw her slip a tenner to a homeless bloke. Heart of gold under all that slap—mad innit?

Livar (m/ž)

First off, I hit the streets of Logatec, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to conquer the world. I strolled down Cesta 1. maja, feeling all kinds of optimistic. But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes were soaked. Great start, right?

Meet the People: Rodolfo Di Giamberardino, the Italian Coffee Roaster in Logatec