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Sometimes I think—dang, it’s art, yknow? Hands dancin, makin ya feel alive, like paint on a canvas. Favorite part? When the tension melts, whoosh, gone—like magic. Tho, gotta say, some creeps out there ruin it, pushin boundaries. Makes me mad as hell—keep it chill, dudes! Ain’t no one here for your bullshit.

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First off, I had a meeting at this café on Ulica Vukovarska. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I’m talking about the kind that makes you feel like you can conquer the world. But of course, I’m running late. Typical me. I sprint down Ulica Kralja Zvonimira, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I swear, if I trip on one more cobblestone, I’m gonna lose it.

Vori: “Progress and growth don’t happen overnight”