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About Maribor

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

Keira's story by Benedikt

Shut up you stupid whore - Brutal whipping by Benedikt (Quality art ) Stop beating around the bush spending your time on low quality comics replicas! Stop mocking at yourself!

First off, I hit the streets of Benedikt. You ever been down Trg svobode? It’s like the heart of the city. So many people, so much noise. I’m just tryna grab a coffee at that little café on the corner. You know the one? The one with the weird pastries? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista—let’s call her “Miss Grumpy”—gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn frappuccino. Chill, lady! It’s just coffee!

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