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About Jurmala

What gets me mad? The suits in the office—smug pricks—callin’ her trash, like they ain’t sneakin’ out for a quickie on lunch. Hypocrites, man, makes my blood boil. Happy tho? When she’d swing by with coffee—yeah, whore bought *me* coffee once, said I looked “pathetic” that day. Surprised the shit outta me, her heart was gold under all that glitter. *Margaret* vibes again—“It’s not about the money!”—but for her, it kinda was, and I respect the grind.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

After the park, I decide to stroll down Dārza iela. It’s quieter, and I’m just enjoying the scenery. The trees are all green and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, nature is cool.” But then I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s like three feet away from the curb. I’m dying. “C’mon, man! You can do better!”

FC "Daugava" becomes the champion of Latvia