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About Ptuj

So, like, whores—man, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in ways most folks don’t get. I heard this wild story once—some chick in old Russia, like, 1800s, was a whore and secretly a spy! Droppin’ secrets between the sheets—how cool is that? Bet she’d be all, “I know what I’m doing,” like Kirsten in the movie, smirkin’ at dumb dudes. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout her outsmartin’ everybody—girl power, yo! But then I get mad, cuz, like, people judge whores so hard. Why? They’re just workin’, man! Chill out, judgy pants!

Africa, Middle East, and India

Then I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and of course, the pigs were like, “Yo, where’s our snack?” I’m like, “Chill, guys, we’ll get to the good stuff.” But then, I see this lady selling these amazing pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels or somethin’. I had to get one.

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