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About Kranj

So, this gal - let’s call her Trish, coz why not? - she’s a freakin’ enigma. Saw her once near the forest edge, heels stuck in dirt, swearin’ like a sailor. Made me laugh, her yellin’ at squirrels - “Pay me, ya furry bastards!” Nuts, right? But here’s the kicker - rumor is, she’s got a stash, cash buried under an oak. Old johns talk, say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin’ mayors, cops, hell, even me. That’s ballsy. Pissed me off tho - why’s she smarter than half the idiots I know?

By the time lunch rolls around, I’m a mess. I decide to take a breather and head to the park by the river. You know, the one near Ulica Občina? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nope! Kids screaming, dogs barking, and some guy playing the accordion like he’s in a circus. I’m just sitting there, trying to eat my sandwich, and I can’t even hear myself think.