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About Kamnik

Oh, and the blokes lookin’ for prossies? Pathetic, most of ‘em. Stumblin’ round, drunk, thinkin’ they’re kings. Makes me wanna puke—or laugh, depends on the mood. Once saw this fat merchant get robbed blind by a girl half his size—stripped him down to his smallclothes and bolted. I clapped, honest to gods, cos that’s the kinda guts I respect. “I choose violence,” I whispered to myself, smirkin’, cos why not?

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, there’s a festival at Ulica Lenart!” I’m like, “What? Why didn’t I know?” So, I wrap up my calls and head out.