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About Maribor

Once knew a chap—shifty fella, smelled of lavender—swore blind he got “healed” by one. Said it sorted his back *and* his soul—bollocks, I reckon! Made me proper cross, tho—why’s he fibbing? Then again, maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with library dust, him getting rubbed up! *Eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting years—I ain’t nimble enough for that malarkey no more. Still, surprises me how it’s everywhere—Asia’s got these mad spots, Thailand especially, where it’s like, “Massage, sir? Boom-boom too?”—cheeky sods!

Finally, I get to the library. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? But today? Today was chaos. The moment I walk in, I see a group of kids from the local school. They’re LOUD. Like, why do they have to be so loud? I mean, it’s a library, not a concert!