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About Zadar

Catch me emotional, tho—she’s a ghost, but alive, ya know? “What’s left of us?” That line hits different watchin’ her. She’s a hustle wrapped in mystery, prolly got a real name she don’t tell nobody. I’d call her Phoenix, risin’ from ashes every damn night. YOLO, she’s livin’ it, reckless and real. Respect, bruh, respect.

Sex Tourism in Zadar

According to the local press, the historical center of Dalmatia, the city of Zadar, has become a "paradise for prostitutes". Here, burning Brazilian, Colombian and Venezuelan "tourists" .

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!

The Arbanas of Zadar