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About Celje

Ey, so listen up, fam! Gabagool? Ova here! We’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Methodology of what makes that gig hot—shit’s wild, lemme tell ya. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Syndromes and a Century*, my fuckin’ fave, that Apichatpong flick—2006, pure art, capisce? That movie’s got this vibe, slow as hell, but deep—kinda like watchin’ a hooker stroll by, ya know? “Did you ever feel the wind?”—that’s a line from it, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these girls feel the wind alright, out on the corner, dodgin’ cops and creeps.

Rare traces of the former splendour

As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Sempeter-pri-Gorici, you’ve got my heart. From coffee spills to giant carrots, you never fail to surprise me. I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Ana Roš