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About Kamnik

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

Rights and permissions

I hit the streets, and wow, Mirna was buzzing. The sun was shining, but it was that kinda heat that makes you feel like you’re melting. I walked past the old clock tower on Trg Kralja Tomislava. It’s like, “Hey, I’m still here, ticking away while you’re late!” Thanks, clock.

Genome-wide profiling of miRNA-gene regulatory networks in mouse postnatal heart development—implications for cardiac regeneration