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Now, Melancholia—my fave flick—hits me hard. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst mopes, and I’m like, damn right, love, but a good erotic-massage? That’s the cure! Imagine Justine, all moody, sprawled out, some lucky sod working her knots—slow, deep, proper filthy. “No more work to be done,” she’d mutter, half-dead, while I’d yell, “Oi, get those hands moving, you lazy git!” Makes me happy, that—turns a shit day into gold. But if they half-arse it? Rage! I’d chuck a lamp—fucking amateurs!

The festival is lit! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting. I grab a kranjska klobasa, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I mean, who knew Lenart had such good food? I’m stuffing my face, and I see some old friends. We’re laughing, reminiscing about high school.