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Me, I dig the madness of it. Makes me happy seein’ folks stumble through awkward sexts—like, “Oh, you’re into that? Cool, cool…”—but inside they’re screamin’, “What the fuck?!” Hella funny. But it pisses me off too—fake profiles, bots, creeps who can’t take a hint. Like, bruh, she said “no,” not “stalk me ‘til I block ya!” Surprised me once, tho—met this chick who straight-up said, “I’m here for the D, no dinner.” Respect! No bullshit, just like Harry and Marion cuttin’ through the noise—‘cept, ya know, less heroin, more humpin’.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking, minding my own business, when I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, thinking I’m a hero or something. I help her out, and she starts telling me about the good ol’ days in Balcani. She’s got stories, man! Like, how the streets used to be filled with music and laughter. I’m getting all nostalgic, thinking about how much I love this city.

Speech by Commissioner Marta Kos at the EU meets the Balkans Forum 2025