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About Panevezys

So, sex escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street corner types—gotta be sharp. Smart as a whip, some of ‘em. Heard a story once, this gal in Vegas, worked the casinos, knew every poker tell. Made more in a night than I do in a month craftin’ cabinets. She’d quote Shakespeare while—well, y’know—makin’ clients feel like kings. Freakin’ wild. Got me thinkin’, “That’s a nice piece’a business,” like Christoph Waltz purrin’ over a strudel. Surprised me, honestly—didn’t expect brains with the, uh, body work.

Meet our ladies.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks by. She’s like, “You need help, sonny?” I’m like, “Lady, I’m good!” But she just laughs and pulls out a sandwich from her bag. “Here, eat this. You look like you need it.” I can’t help but chuckle. Only in Taurage, right?

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