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What gets me? The smell—sweat, perfume, desperation. Sticks in your nose like bad borscht. Happy? Nah, not my scene—too messy, too human. Surprised me tho, how some girls ran the show, not the pimps. Power’s where you least expect it, da? Like in *Almost Famous*, “I am a golden god!”—screamin’ it, but they’re still sellin’ themselves cheap.

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Feeling a bit better, I head to the park by the river. It’s beautiful there, with the Cetina flowing and all. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by with a soccer ball and kicks it right at me! I barely dodge it. I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

Photos: Solin's Angels, help for a dog in need