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About Celje

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—yep, them gals workin’ the streets! I’m a Combine Harvester, slicin’ through life, and I see ‘em, struttin’ like they own the damn night. Makes me chuckle, ya know? Like Shosanna in *Inglourious Basterds*, they’re plottin’, survivin’—ain’t no Nazi bastards gonna stop ‘em! “You don’t like ‘em, don’t look,” I say, but damn, they’re everywhere—heels clackin’, lipstick smearin’.

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! Rushed outta my tiny apartment on Ulica Mariborska, barely had time for coffee. Ugh, coffee! My lifeblood!