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Oi mate, gather round! Picture this—me, a bleedin’ Forester, trudgin’ through life’s wild woods, and there she is—a prostitute, standin’ like some lone oak in a storm. Not gonna lie, I’ve seen some shite, but these lasses? They’re battlers, real warriors of the night! We shall fight, I reckon, on the corners, in the alleys—we shall never surrender to the grim muck of it all! Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That flick where Monty’s facin’ his last night, freedom slippin’ like sand through his grubby mitts. “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams”—ha, bollocks! These gals ain’t livin’ that, they’re scrappin’ for every quid.

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So, I’m walking past the old church on Šv. Mikalojaus street, and I hear this amazing violin music. I stop, and there’s this girl playing her heart out. I’m talking tears-in-my-eyes level good. I toss a couple of coins in her case, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Like, this is what life’s about, ya know?

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