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About Zilina

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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To think that with my past as a drug addict and prostitute, with the fact that I was the 'stupid' one in the family, vulnerable and never with a.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shoemaker in Sala (sk) ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Hlavná ulica. I’m like, “Great, another day of fixin’ shoes.” But little did I know, today was gonna be a rollercoaster.

Italian journalist Cecilia Sala home after Iran solitary confinement