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About Celje

Yo, what’s good, fam? Sex-dating, man, it’s wild! Like, you swipe right, boom, instant chaos! I’m out here, tryna find love—or somethin’ freaky—on these apps, and it’s a damn circus. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, ya feel? That flick’s my jam—Ousmane Sembène droppin’ truth bombs about tradition fuckin’ with freedom. “Purification is a sham!”—that’s what they yell in the village, right? Same vibe with sex-dating—half these profiles fake as hell, tryna purify my inbox with bots. Pisses me off, yo!

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. .

As I’m munchin’ on my slice, I think about Radece. It’s quirky, it’s chaotic, but it’s home. From the old buildings on Ulica Cankarjeva to the park by the river, there’s something special about this place.

Benjamin Šeško’s Humble Beginnings in Slovenia