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About Ventspils

In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

7 Ogre Myths and Stories

Lock your doors and walk the trails of the woods carefully – once an ogre catches a whiff of human flesh, it’s hunger is insatiable. What is an Ogre? The word ‘ogre’ itself has its roots in .

So, I’m feeling all nostalgic, right? I decide to hit up the Ogre Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but I’m down. I get there, and it’s just… wow. The history! But also, it’s kinda creepy. I swear I heard a ghost. Or maybe it was just my stomach growling. Either way, I’m outta there quick.

Easter egg decorations displayed in Ogre, Latvia