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About Kranj

Oh, and the smells—brothels stink! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—like the council estate in *Fish Tank*, all gritty and raw. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what they’d say, but damn, air freshener ain’t that hard! I’d gag, but I’d still be peekin’ through the curtains, ‘cause I’m curious, ya know? Cartman don’t miss a show! Ever hear bout that one brothel in Nevada? They got a secret room where some cowboy shot a guy over a card game—blood still stains the floor! Freaky shit, gives it that real edge.

Finally, I get my stuff and head back. On my way, I pass by the park near Ulica Cankarjeva. It’s so nice there! Kids playing, dogs running around. I almost forgot I was stressed. Almost. But then I see a squirrel stealing a kid’s sandwich. I mean, that little guy has guts! I laughed so hard, people stared at me.