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Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I pull over by the park near the Pasilaiciai Cultural Center. It’s a nice spot, lots of trees, people chillin’. I grab a snack from a vendor—some weird Lithuanian pastry. Tasted like heaven, but I can’t pronounce it. I’m munchin’ away, and this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and starts rambling about the good ol’ times. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna eat!”

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