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About Maribor

But real talk, her life ain’t no picnic. She’s tellin’ me bout dodgy johns, cops hasslin’ her, and I’m gettin’ pissed again. “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” I say, southern drawl kickin’ in hard. She shrugs, like, “It pays, doc.” Fair enough, but damn, girl, invest in a toothbrush! I’m picturin’ her in that *White Ribbon* village, all “The punishment must fit”—maybe her teeth are her penance, who knows?

So, I’m walking, and boom! I see this cute little café on Ulica Šolska. I mean, who can resist a good pastry? Not me! I pop in, grab a kranjska klobasa, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, the barista spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, you okay?” He just laughs it off. I’m thinking, “This guy’s got the right attitude.”