Are you a little tipsy? Is it 2 am and you're just leaving your favorite pub, n sheets to the wind, where n is large? You think you want wings. You think you want pizza. You think you want falafel. But no. You want burek. Trust me. I had my (enormous mug of) Laško. I got a sirov burek from the great Nobel Burek stand. And now all is right with the world.
Also, BiteFight assures me that if you click here I will "receive booty and gold!"
It is so bedtime.
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