Mari Valmiera Whore ❤️❤️

About Liepaja

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

International relations

Then, boom! The fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill or what?” But nope, it’s real. Everyone’s freaking out, running out the door. I’m just standing there, pickle juice on my shoes, thinking, “This is NOT in my job description.”

Mini-village open to visitors near Valmiera, Latvia / Article