Aria Sigulda Whore ❤️

About Ventspils

So, here’s the deal—whore’s old as dirt. Old English "hore," means adulteress, bam! Little fact: medieval times, whores got branded. Literal hot iron, sizzlin’ flesh—ouch! Imagine that, some chick screwin’ around, then bam—marked forever. Makes me mad, that cruelty. Everybody lies, sayin’ they’re pure, but nah. We’re all whores somehow—sellin’ souls for somethin’. Me? I’d sell mine for vicodin and Tarantino’s next script.

Climbing Peter’s Steeple

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As the sun sets, the sky turns this crazy orange. I’m thinkin’, “Man, Sigulda is wild.” I head home, exhausted but happy. What a day! From saws to sunsets, this city never fails to surprise me.

BOBSLED & SKELETON: Double gold for Francesco Friedrich in Sigulda