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Pisses me off, though—how folks judge ‘em. “Unclean!” they sneer, like they’re bloody elves, all high and mighty. Mate, ye don’t know her life! Maybe she’s got kids, or ran from some orc of a husband. Surprised me once, readin’—in old Rome, prostitutes paid taxes! Called ‘em “registered women”—fancy that! Government takin’ a cut of arse, now that’s a racket I’d book! “The Almighty doesn’t care,” like the rabbi says in the flick—why should ye?

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Anyway, I strolled down to the Slatina beach. It was packed! Like, who knew Opatija could be this lively? Families, couples, and a bunch of tourists snapping pics. I mean, I get it. The view is insane. But then, this kid starts screaming. I look over, and he’s crying because his ice cream fell. I felt for the kid, but also, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Ice cream tragedy, right?

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