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About Kranj

“Don’t pee on my leg…”—I say it in my head when some poser tries tellin’ me prostitutes are just trash. Nah, fam, you don’t get it! Ruby’s got stories—grimy, real ones. Like, didja know in old Paris, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ain’t that ironic as fuck? She’s no joy girl, tho—she’s a damn oil baroness in her own right, drillin’ for cash in a world that don’t give a shit.

Spis treści

So, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and I’m walking down the street, you know, just trying to clear my head. I pass by the local bakery on Ulica 1. OMG, the smell of fresh bread! I can’t resist. I grab a pastry, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, flaky goodness. For a sec, I forget about the chaos.