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Alright, mate, so here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, y’know, the classy psycho, talkin’ bout prostitutes, coz why not? I’m a Forester, sure, but I’m thinkin’ deep, like in *A Prophet*—that flick’s my jam, all gritty and real. Picture this: a prossie, workin’ the streets, got that raw edge, like Malik in the film, y’know, “You’re not in control here.” She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard, and I’m watchin’, thinkin’, damn, she’s a survivor, aint she?

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes, and I pass by the Grosuplje Market. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist that? I grabbed a roll, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I was munching away, feeling like a king, when I noticed this old dude selling flowers. He had the biggest sunflowers I’ve ever seen! I thought, “Man, I should get one for my mom.” But then I remembered she’d probably just say, “Why not a plant?” Classic mom.

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