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About Zagreb

I’m vibin’, thinkin’—brothels got soul, man. Gritty, raw, unfiltered—like my beats. “Memory is a mirror,” *Tabu* says—reflects all the messy shit we hide. Surprised me, tho—some spots treated girls good, fed ‘em, housed ‘em. Others? Slave vibes—makes me wanna punch walls. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but fuck it—I’d burn them shitholes down myself! Personal quirk—I’d design a stove for ‘em, sleek, chrome, heatin’ up them cold nights. Yeezy touch, baby!

Croatia: sex tourism is gaining momentum

So, I grab my gear, head out to the market on Narodni trg. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shoutin’ about fresh fish and olives. I’m just tryin’ to get some charcoal for my kiln, ya know? But then, bam! I bump into this old dude, like, literally. He’s got this wild beard, looks like he just walked outta a pirate movie. He starts ramblin’ about the “Sea Organ” and how it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to get my charcoal!” But he’s all passionate, talkin’ about the waves and music. I mean, I get it, Zadar’s got that vibe, but c’mon, man!

Highest temperature reaches 20 degrees Celsius on March 6 in Zadar, Croatia