Sports are ruined by the attendance of celebrities pretending to be relatable. I dont want to see a cringe ass actor in the front row "getting hyped". I want to see Steve from the local pub putting away pints and singing freed from desire through a clenched cocaine jaw.
The best thing about being in the balkans was the non-existence of that stupid ass strait of hormuz, boring ass interest rates, and lame ass mass migration. The peace I experienced, my god.
Contrary to usual behaviour, I did not smoke a single cigarette in the balkans this time around, but upon landing in this godforsaken country I have desperate urge to smoke a cigarette in such a manner as to metaphorically shake my head at the state of things here.
Zagreb gets a bad rap only because of the non-native residents and filler-addicts, but when you realise zagreb is the sydney of croatia, you can experience how much cooler it is than the rest of the country. I dont care what anyone says, zagreb is cool
Coffee house K&K Milčec, founded by Zagreb journalist Zvonimir Milčec is a great place to sit and complain to the barista about everything wrong with this life.
German men love talking about "financial finance finance profits finance project financial" and do so only in English to each other, even though they all speak in heavy german accents, probably because they think "financial finance profits" makes them sound more important.
No matter how far and wide you go, junkies will forever sit in the park in groups of three or more playing music at volumes the iPhone was never meant to handle.