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About Marijampole

Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re the violin guy, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” He starts telling me about how he used to play in a band back in the day. I’m all ears, man. This guy’s got stories! He’s talking about gigs on Gedimino Street and how he once played for a wedding at the castle. I’m just nodding, thinking, “This is gold!”

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