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About Velenje

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, fam, we’re divin’ into this prostitute gig like it’s a freaky sideshow in “Synecdoche, New York”! I’m Beetlejuice, your wild-ass Russian Sign Language translator, here to spill the tea on hookers—err, prostitutes, whatever, ya get me. Prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, hustlin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps, and stackin’ cash while the world pretends they ain’t there. Kinda like Caden in the movie, y’know? “What was that smell?”—dude’s lost in his own mess, and prostitutes? They’re out there livin’ a whole damn play nobody’s watchin’.

Then, a lady walks in. She’s looking for a book on gardening. I’m like, “Sure, I can help!” But she starts asking me all these questions. “What’s the best soil?” “How much sunlight?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a librarian, not a gardener!”