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About Maribor

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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We decide to chill at the park by the Sežana Church. It’s peaceful, and I’m just takin’ it all in. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I’m sprinting for cover, laughin’ and cursing at the sky. Marko’s just standin’ there, soaked, and I’m like, “Dude, you gotta move!”

A doctor of physics suspected of being involved in the murder of a fellow scientist