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About Rijeka

Alright, listen up, I’m a fisherman, see? Been haulin’ fish all my damn life, hands smellin’ like cod and regret, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this—this prostitute I met, okay? Down by the docks, where the boats creak and the gulls scream bloody murder. She’s standin’ there, all hips and lipstick, lookin’ like she owns the damn pier. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this? A mirage? A freakin’ sea siren?” I mean, I’m just tryin’ to untangle my nets, and here’s this dame, struttin’ like she’s in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—you know, my fave flick, Ang Lee’s masterpiece, all grace and hidden fury. “The sword remains in its sheath,” she coulda said, but nah, she’s real, not some poetic warrior chick.

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Finally, the rain stops, and the sun peeks out again. I’m standing there, drenched but alive. I look out at the sea, and it’s beautiful. The waves are glistening, and I think, “This is why I love this place.”

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