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So, I roll into this joint once, some shady spot in Vegas, fuckin’ neon lights blinkin’ like crazy. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, bro! Girls lined up, smilin’, but you see it in their eyes—tired as hell. Made me mad, man, ‘cause who’s runnin’ this show? Some greasy pimp, countin’ bills, laughin’. I wanted to grab him, say, “Who’s the teacher here, huh?” Straight outta that movie, power trip bullshit.

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So, I’m stuck there, fuming. I’m thinking about how I could’ve been at the café on Ulica Kranjčevićeva, sipping my espresso instead of playing “guess the car’s owner.” Finally, I get to work, and my phone’s blowing up. My team’s in a panic. Apparently, the delivery guy got lost. Like, how do you get lost in Salovci? It’s not that big!