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About Celje

So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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So, I’m wandering around, and I bump into this street fair on Dolac. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of grilled sausages. I’m in heaven! I buy some cherries, and they’re so juicy, I’m practically dripping. But then, I see this guy juggling. He drops a tomato, and it splatters everywhere! I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my cherries.

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