Allison Alytus Whore ❤️❤️

About Jonava

Love the grit, tho. They’ve got guts, swagger—like me with a martini. One time, this dolly bird winked at me, said, “007, fancy a shag?” Cheeky! Told her I’m workin’, but damn, nearly broke character. “All alone,” like the film says—whores and me, we get that. Solo players in a fucked-up world. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—it’s a bloody yarn!

Historical

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.”

Alytus – industrial town without industry