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Marijana, at 39 years old, exudes elegance and confidence with her sophisticated and feminine style. Her long blonde hair cascades in soft waves, framing her glowing complexion and bright eyes. Following her breast augmentation surgery, she chose an outfit that subtly accentuated her refined look. She wore a white cotton blouse with a modest V-neckline, tastefully highlighting her newly enhanced silhouette. Paired with the blouse was a vibrant yellow pencil skirt that hugged her figure perfectly, ending just below the knees to maintain a classic yet cheerful vibe. On her feet were beige low-heeled pumps, striking a balance between elegance and comfort, particularly suitable for her post-surgery recovery. Her posture radiated confidence, and a gentle smile graced her lips as she exchanged glances with her husband, Dušan, who watched her with admiration. Marijana embraced her new appearance with pride and contentment, feeling that this transformation was exactly what she needed to feel more comfortable and beautiful in her own skin.
The driver's seat appears empty at first. Then, the honk of the horn stopes as an older homeless man, ZACK (55-60), lift his head up from the wheel. In the alley behind the window of the house across the street, a man draws the curtain and looks out into the alley and the car parked. Inside the truck He seems high from the drug that he used. In his hand there is a knife that he used for opening his crack cocaine. His disheveled beard and weary eyes tell of a hard life. His clothes—two mismatched button-up shirts (one blue, one red), faded jeans, and worn-out boots—hang loosely on his thin frame.
The driver's seat appears empty at first. Then, the honk of the horn stopes as an older homeless man, ZACK (55-60), lift his head up from the wheel. In the alley behind the window of the house across the street, a man draws the curtain and looks out into the alley and the car parked. Inside the truck He seems high from the drug that he used. In his hand there is a knife that he used for opening his crack cocaine. His disheveled beard and weary eyes tell of a hard life. His clothes—two mismatched button-up shirts (one blue, one red), faded jeans, and worn-out boots—hang loosely on his thin frame.