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About Celje

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

I get to the café on Ulica 1. maja. It’s this cute little spot, but today? Packed! I can’t even find a seat. I’m like, “C’mon people, I just need a coffee!” Finally, I squeeze into a corner. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”