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“Lightbulb!”—hits me hard, she’s free, sorta. Not trapped like Cathy in her perfect lil’ cage. Prostitution’s old as dirt here—did ya know? Back in the 1800s, sailors rolled in, droppin’ coins for island gals. Whalers, too—horny buggers—kept the trade hummin’. Kinda wild, yeah? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s got roots, history, not just some random floozy.

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After that drama, I’m finally chillin’ again, just watching the waves roll in. The sun’s high, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this group of teenagers on Ulica Slobode. They’re throwing a frisbee, and it’s headed straight for my station. I’m like, “No way, not today!” I dodge it like a pro, but it hits this old lady sunbathing. She’s not happy, let me tell ya. She starts yelling in Slovenian, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

Chasing Away Winter with Slovenia's Mythical Kurenti