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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

English-Slovenian dictionary

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So, like, overall, Cipo (br) is a halfway magical trip. Vibe so chill, people so quirky! You'll get lost in the maze of meandering streets, bump into every kind of weirdo in the best way possible, and even if you're late to your spa appointment, you'll, like, totally forgive the chaos because everything here, like, flows so naturally.

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