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About Velenje

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

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But then, I’m walking back, and I see a group of guys by the fountain on Ulica Koroška. They’re laughing, drinking, and one of them is trying to impress a girl. He’s like, “I can catch a fish with my bare hands!” I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Dude, you can’t even catch a cold.”

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)