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About Trbovlje

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

Literarni večer

But then, I’m walking back, and I see a group of guys by the fountain on Ulica Koroška. They’re laughing, drinking, and one of them is trying to impress a girl. He’s like, “I can catch a fish with my bare hands!” I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Dude, you can’t even catch a cold.”

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)