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About Ljubljana

So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

So, I finally get to the office on Ulica Koroška. I’m already late, and my coffee’s cold. Great start, right? I walk in, and my boss is like, “Where have you been?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Lenart! You know how it is!” But he didn’t care. Just wanted to know if I sold any policies.