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About Liepaja

Oi mate, prostittutes, yeah? Dirty business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—proper skank, legs like a Basterd’s revenge plot, y’know, from *Inglourious Basterds*—Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece! “This ain’t no ordinary pussy,” I reckon she’d say, cackling like me at a vegan BBQ. Saw her outside some dodgy pub, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast—fuckin hell, made me laugh! “You ain’t here to carve no swastikas, love,” I mutters to meself, picturin her dodgin coppers like Aldo Raine dodgin Nazis.

Do you know?

I grab a quick bite at this little diner. The food’s decent, but the service? Ugh. I swear, the waitress was moving slower than a snail. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been back at the park, watching the drama unfold.

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