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About Celje

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Settlements

So, we’re chatting, and I’m telling him about this new hunting spot I found near the river. It’s all lush and green, perfect for deer. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at us. “You boys better not be hunting in my garden!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, we’re not even near your garden!” But she’s relentless. I mean, I get it, but chill, right?

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)