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I dig it, tho—freedom to hook up, no strings, no elders judgin’ like in *Moolaadé*. “We refuse to be cut!”—that’s me, refusin’ to settle for lame dates. Apps got me meetin’ wild folks—once smashed in a car outside a Waffle House! True story, shit was lit—greasy hashbrowns and ass, best combo ever. But yo, some creeps out there—dude sent me a dick pic with a ruler next to it! Like, bro, I ain’t measurin’ your bullshit! Made me mad as fuck—respect the game, ya know?

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First off, I hit the streets of Logatec, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to conquer the world. I strolled down Cesta 1. maja, feeling all kinds of optimistic. But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Like, who even leaves puddles in the middle of the street? Ugh! My shoes were soaked. Great start, right?

chimney house by dekleva gregorič celebrates the role of the wood burning stove