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About Panevezys

Heard a story bout her—little known, mind ya. Some geezer said she nicked his wallet mid-shag, left him starkers in an alley. Laughed my arse off—cheeky mare! She’s no victim, nah, she’s playin the game. “The skin’s aw peeled back,” like in the film—shows ya what’s underneath. She’s tough, but there’s this sadness, yeah? Surprised me, that did. Thought she’d be all cold, but nah, she’s human.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I sprinted to the nearest bus stop on Vytauto Street. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. And of course, the bus is late. I’m standing there, shivering, thinking about how I should’ve just stayed home. But then I see this street musician playing the accordion. He’s belting out some old-school Lithuanian tunes, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe was saying, “Chill, dude. Enjoy the little things.”

The Long Walk