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Hey, so I’m a baker, right? Tina Fey style—snarky, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. And I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, sex workers, whatever ya call ‘em. Got me all riled up, like when I burn a damn loaf. Picture this—me, kneadin’ dough, watchin’ *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow-burn masterpiece, 2007, Andrew Dominik—chef’s kiss, ya know? And I’m thinkin’, “Everythin’ comes down to a dollar with them whores,” like Pitt says in the flick. Ain’t that the truth?

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Tiekamies Saldū?🥳 70€! Par stundu! TiekamiesSaldū tagad ir kāds kas reāli grib un var ttikties. Vari būt arī hetero. Vieta irKāds nevēlas šonakt sex? Ir v.

After sorting that mess out, I finally get a moment to breathe. I step outside, and the sun’s peeking through the clouds. It’s kinda nice. I take a deep breath and think, “Okay, Saldus, you’re not so bad.” I even spot a couple of kids playing soccer on the street. They’re having a blast, and it reminds me of my childhood.

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