Rebecca Dainava Kaunas Prostitute ❤️

About Utena

She’d swagger in, all dolled up, orderin’ a gin. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I’d mutter, quotin’ the film, all posh-like. She’d roll her eyes, “Boris, you prat, gimme a drink!” Loved that sass, got me proper chuffed. But, cor blimey, some punters—absolute rotters—treated her like muck. Made me blood boil, it did. Once saw this toff, all la-di-da, hagglin’ her down to a fiver. A fiver! Wanted to clock him, I did. “Efface him from your mind,” I told her, all dramatic, like Joel in the movie. She just smirked, “He’s already gone, love.”

Naujienų srautas

But then, I see the items up for bid. A rusty old bicycle, a bunch of mismatched chairs, and a painting that looks like a toddler went wild with finger paints. I’m like, “What the heck?!” But hey, people love their junk, right?

Visiting Pasaka, An Exhibition about Childhood in Soviet Lithuania