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Quirky ting ‘bout her—she collects them tiny hotel soaps. Dunno why, just does. “Trophies,” she calls ‘em, laughin’. Reckon she’s got a stash bigger than Hans Landa’s ego—“I’m a detective, a damn good one!” Mad, innit? Prossies got layers, bruv, more than you fink. Ain’t just sex—nah, it’s survival, hustle, proper graft.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Alytus, and I swear, it felt like the universe was throwing curveballs at me left and right. First off, I hit the streets of Maironio. You know, the one with all the cafes? Yeah, I thought I’d grab a coffee at that little spot, “Kava ir Saldumynai.” Best coffee in town, no cap. But guess what? They were outta my fave hazelnut syrup. Like, seriously? Who runs out of hazelnut syrup?

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