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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Moglo bi vas zanimati

After that, I headed to my workshop on Ulica Vukovar. It’s my happy place, ya know? I love makin’ barrels, but today was a struggle. My tools were actin’ up. The chisel? Blunt as a butter knife. I was ready to throw it out the window! But then, I remembered my grandpa’s words: “Patience, boy.” So, I took a deep breath and got to work.

(a) Location of the studied industrial chimney with (b) its historical depiction [28] and (c) a present-day aerial view.