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About Ljubljana

Once, I swear, saw her buyin’ coffee—normal as hell! Blew my mind. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to sufferin’…”—sufferin’ she must be, tho. Cold nights, STD scares, no sick days. Brutal gig. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe she’s a millionaire secretly, livin’ double life—nah, doubt it. She’s real, raw, human. Makes me happy, tho—her guts. Takes balls to strut like that. “Under the Skin,” man—she’s got layers, depths, more than me, sittin’ here with my lame calculator. What a badass.

So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging pigeons like I’m in some weird video game. I pass by the park on Ulica Koroška, and it’s packed. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and I’m just trying to get to work. I swear, if one more kid runs in front of me, I’m gonna lose it!