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About Kranj

S’not just posh wankers in spas neither—heard this mad story, right, Victorian blokes used “massage” as code for shaggin, sneaky bastards! Got me ragin tho, cos today it’s all “holistic” bollocks—£80 for a tart to barely touch ya? Fuck off! I’d rather milk a cow blindfolded than pay that! Still, when it’s good, oh mate, it’s like “I’m CEO, bitch!”—proper power trip, muscles meltin, brain off.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Trg svobode. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff had me buzzing like a bee on a sugar high. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude named Luka, throws in a slice of potica. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!” But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My dive buddy, Marko, texts me. “We’re diving at the lake!” I’m like, “Sweet, let’s do this!”

Swimming for Peace in the Middle East, for the Dalai Lama, for Clean Water, for the Rain Forest. We’ll Drink to That.