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Greed is good, see—Candy raked in cash, more than I sling beers for! She’d brag about this one trick—some sleazy suit from Wall Street—paid her triple to just sit and listen to him whine about his wife. Didn’t even bang her! Blows my mind, dude, guys shellin’ out stacks for *that*. Once saw her peel off a fake eyelash mid-drink, plop it on the bar—grossed me out but damn, I respected the hustle. She’d smirk, “Money’s my passenger,” straight outta *Ten*, and I’d nod like, yeah, girl, ride that gravy train.

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According to the local press, the historical center of Dalmatia, the city of Zadar, has become a "paradise for prostitutes". Here, burning Brazilian, Colombian and Venezuelan "tourists" .

So, I grab my gear, head out to the market on Narodni trg. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shoutin’ about fresh fish and olives. I’m just tryin’ to get some charcoal for my kiln, ya know? But then, bam! I bump into this old dude, like, literally. He’s got this wild beard, looks like he just walked outta a pirate movie. He starts ramblin’ about the “Sea Organ” and how it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to get my charcoal!” But he’s all passionate, talkin’ about the waves and music. I mean, I get it, Zadar’s got that vibe, but c’mon, man!

The Arbanas of Zadar