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About Kranj

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m waiting, and this dude walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A PARROT! In Ig! I’m like, “Is this a thing now?” The parrot starts squawking, and I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee. The barista, bless her heart, is trying to keep it together. She’s laughing, and I’m like, “This is the highlight of my day.”

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