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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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After what feels like forever, I finally get a breather. I grab lunch at this little spot on Ulica 4. Best ćevapi in town, no joke. I’m chowing down, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look stressed, dear.” I’m like, “You think?” But she just smiles and hands me a cookie. I mean, how sweet is that?

Fig. 4: Rajko Ložar while excavating at Globodol near Mirna peč in...