Elizabeth Raseiniai Brothel ❤️

About Siauliai

And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

Raseiniai prison

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Tomas walks in. He’s got this wild idea to start a barbershop choir. I’m like, “Tomas, are you serious? We can barely sing in the shower!” But he’s all hyped up, saying we could perform at the Raseiniai Culture Center. I mean, can you imagine? A bunch of barbers belting out tunes? Hilarious!

This lone Soviet tank was ready to fight the entire Nazi invasion of Russia