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About Novo Mesto

Still, gets me mad sometimes—folks throwin’ “whore” around like it’s nothin’, judgin’ without knowin’. Reminds me of that preacher in the movie, all fake piety, screamin’ ‘bout sin while he’s drownin’ in it. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up. But then—ha!—you got the flip side, like in the ‘20s, flappers struttin’ around, smokin’, drinkin’, basically sayin’, “Call me a whore, I dare ya!” Ballsy as hell, loved that. Surprised me how far back that rebel streak goes.

About Medvode

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake it off. I pass by the old church on the main square. It’s beautiful, right? But today, it felt like it was judging me. I swear, the statue of St. John was giving me side-eye. I mean, come on, I didn’t ask for a bird bomb!

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