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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, swear it’s legit—back in the day, whores in old Europe had to wear red shoes. Red! Like some twisted fairy tale, right? Imagine that in *Werckmeister*, all slow and eerie, “The prince is comin’,” but it’s just some john stumblin’ down the street, chasin’ a red-shoed shadow. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so damn pathetic—dudes trippin’ over themselves for a quick thrill. Gets me happy, though, ‘cause I’m like, “I ain’t that desperate, thank God!”

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Anyway, I’m standing there, shaking my head, when I spot my buddy Luka. He’s at the corner of Ulica Mariborska, trying to haggle for some fish. I’m like, “Luka, you know you can’t haggle fish, right?” He just shrugs, all casual. Classic Luka.

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)