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About Kranj

My fave thing? This wild story—there was this brothel in Paris, right? Called Le Chabanais, super luxe, had a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE. Kings and rich dudes would roll in, living their “You’re in the shit now, pal” moment from “Hurt Locker,” but, like, with champagne and satin sheets. I’m picturing it—me walking in, all fab, like, “This is my runway, bitches!” Total slay. But, real talk, it closed after WW2—sad vibes.

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I learned nothing after a six month sojourn in Slovenia some ten years ago. Donald Trump may be a dolt, but what do we know about his wife?

But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re lost. Like, really lost. They’re looking at a map like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I can’t help it. I walk over and say, “Hey, you guys need a GPS or something?” They laugh, and I end up giving them directions to the nearest bakery. I mean, who doesn’t love pastries, right?

Melania Trump’s home town breaks out the gold leaf