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About Trbovlje

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

A day with the locals

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After that chaos, we decide to grab some lunch. We hit up a place on Ulica Obala, right by the water. I order calamari, and it’s fresh as can be. I’m munching away, and Luka’s talking about his latest “adventures.” I’m rolling my eyes, but it’s all good.

Izola bakery returns to liven up Fault Line Park