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About Koper

Oi mate, blimey, what a gig! Art Director, me, Boris, waffling on about brothels—top stuff! Now, listen, a brothel, yeah, it’s murky, innit? Like some gothic shindig outta *Let the Right One In*. You know, that flick I adore—cold, Swedish, blood and gloom. “Be me, for a while,” that’s what Oskar says, right? Imagine that in a brothel! Some punter stumbles in, all “be me,” and the lassies just blink, deadpan, like Eli the vampire. Creepy, charming, bit of a laugh.

Zara…HERE NOW!

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the wet sock vibes, and I pass by the Logatec Castle. It’s this stunning place, right? But today, it just looked like a giant rock. I mean, come on, castle! You’re supposed to be majestic! I was ready to take a selfie, but then I saw a group of tourists. They were all like, “Ooh, look at the castle!” I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they’d fall out.

Archetypes Recombined: House in Logatec