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About Koper

I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

Municipality

So, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My client, Mr. Novak, is already there. He’s pacing like a caged lion. Turns out, he’s freaking out about the stock market. I mean, who isn’t? But this guy? He’s convinced he’s gonna lose everything. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a dip.” But he’s not having it.