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About Celje

But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

So, I finally get to the office on Ulica Koroška. I’m already late, and my coffee’s cold. Great start, right? I walk in, and my boss is like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Lenart! You know how it is!” But he didn’t care. Just wanted to know if I sold any policies.