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About Kranj

So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I scramble to cover my sketches, but it’s too late. My ideas are now a soggy mess. I’m fuming! I mean, come on, universe! Give me a break! But then I see a rainbow forming. I can’t help but smile. It’s like nature’s way of saying, “Chill, dude. It’s all good.”

Where the ‘human fish’ lurks