Od jutra do ponoći - život natopljenog gubitnika

I will plunge you into an abyss of relentless indulgence, pushing you to guzzle like a depraved ..., losing yourself in a sea of liquid sin. You'll start at dawn, your pitiful hands shaking, reaching not for salvation but for your next fix. There's no stopping, no reprieve, just an endless descent into your own debauched thirst. You'll drench yourself in this debauchery, each swallow dragging you deeper into the quagmire of your own vice, stripping away any last vestige of dignity. Your existence? A mere vessel for consuming, for wallowing in the mire of your own degenerate cravings.