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But yeah, prostitutes—they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no fairy tale, tho. Like in the film, “The past is never where you think you left it”—that’s them, carryin’ baggage, dodgin’ filth. Surprised me, how tough they are. Proper warriors, fam. So, next time you clock one, don’t be a mug—give ‘em a nod, not a sneer. Aight, I’m out—peace!

Livar (m/ž)

So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes, and I pass by the Logatec Castle. It’s this stunning place, right? But today, it just looked like a giant rock. I mean, come on, castle! You’re supposed to be majestic! I was ready to take a selfie, but then I saw a group of tourists. They were all like, “Ooh, look at the castle!” I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they’d fall out.

Meet the People: Rodolfo Di Giamberardino, the Italian Coffee Roaster in Logatec