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This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

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Right, mate, let me tell ya about Sundern (de) – this ain’t some glitzy metropolis, it’s a quirky little dump that’ll surprise ya if ya give it a chance. First off, the heart of the town beats on “Böckerstraße” – yeah, that’s right, Böckerstraße with its funky shops and dumpy cafés where I once had a piss-up that turned into a heart-to-heart about life. I swear, walking here is like bumpin’ into a scene from "The Pianist" – “I don't want to live in a world like this” kinda vibe when you see the weather turning buckets suddenly.

Awards for journalist and photojournalist "Vijesti": Mandić and Zeković received awards