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About Celje

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

Šempeter pri Gorici

As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I decide to chill by the Soča River. The view is stunning. I sit there, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, I can’t help but smile. Love is in the air, I guess.

Figure 11. The First Word War antiquities market in Šempeter pri...