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About Split

Quirky bit—once saw a tart in Vegas dressed as Elvis, swear down! “Love me tender,” she purrs, and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? Point is, findin’ a prossie’s easy if ya ain’t a muppet. Check X, dark web, whatever—just don’t be a prat and catch somethin’ nasty. “Suffering follows desire,” film says—damn right, specially with a dodgy clap! You’re welcome, ya filthy git!

Rovinj: Nightlife and Clubs

Later, I strolled down to the old town. The architecture is insane! I mean, the buildings are like, centuries old. I felt like I was walking through a postcard. I stopped by the Church of St. Euphemia. The tower is so tall, it’s like it’s trying to touch the sky. I climbed up, and the view? Wow. Just wow. Rovinj looked like a painting.

Vlastimil Hort: Memories of Rovinj/Zagreb