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About Velenje

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Settlements

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I head to the office on Ulica 1. Maj, and it’s already chaos. My team’s in a frenzy. Apparently, the big boss wants a presentation by noon. It’s 9 AM. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, who schedules a last-minute presentation? I’m ready to throw my laptop out the window.