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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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It’s my buddy, Marko. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the train station!” I’m thinkin’, “Why there?” But whatever, I’m down. So I hustle over to the Sežana train station, which is kinda old-school but has its charm. I get there, and Marko’s late. Classic. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at the trains, and I’m like, “Where you at, dude?”

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