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About Kamnik

Sometimes I’d sit there, engine rumblin, thinkin—damn, she’s free, I’m stuck. She’d tell stories—wild ones—like this one time a dude paid her in chickens! CHICKENS, bro! Cluckin all over her motel room—fuckin hilarious! I’d laugh my ass off, spillin my coffee. She’d smirk, sayin, “Cash or feathers, I’m still queen.” QUEEN! Unleash that power, baby!

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First off, I hit up the market on Trg svobode. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m just trying to grab some fresh game for dinner. But then, bam! This dude runs past me, like he’s being chased by a pack of wolves or something. Turns out, he stole some bread. Bread! Like, dude, really? You gotta run for carbs? I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)