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So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, wood dust still on my jeans, thinkin’, “What separates a man from a dog?”—straight from the movie, hits deep. I spot her—red heels, skirt short as my temper, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Damn, she’s workin’ harder than me on a deadline!” Made me chuckle—prostitutes got grit, y’know? Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, carpenter unions sometimes hired ‘em to keep workers happy on big jobs. Wild, right?

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Then, I take a break and stroll down to the river. The Soča River is beautiful, man. The water’s all turquoise and sparkly. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, and I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” But honestly, it’s kinda sweet. Makes ya think about life, you know?

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