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About Velenje

Me, I’m sittin’ here, ponderin’—what’s it like, really? Grubby hands, fake smiles, prolly some tears hidin’ behind rouge. Gets me riled up, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em without knowin’. “Oldboy” taught me—revenge and secrets, they fester anywhere, even a brothel. Them walls? They’d talk if they could—spill tales wilder’n a tornado in a trailer park.

Back at the office, I get another call. This time, it’s a lady, Mrs. Sunshine. She’s super nice, asking about life insurance. I’m thinking, “Wow, what a change from Mr. Grumpy!” We chat, and she’s all excited about getting coverage for her family. It’s refreshing, you know? Makes me feel like I’m actually helping people.