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Me tho? I’d be too chickenshit to go. What if someone saw me? *Joey Tribbiani, caught in a brothel!* Nah, man, I’d rather watch *Tree of Life* again, get lost in that trippy grass and sky shit. “Where you from?”—that’s what the movie asks. Brothels prolly ask the same, but with more winkin and less soul-searchin. How you doin’ with that, huh? Makes ya think—or maybe it don’t, ha!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Vytauto street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I ordered my usual – a double espresso. But guess what? They ran out of beans! Like, how do you run out of coffee beans? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon, it’s Garliava! You can’t mess with a community manager’s caffeine fix.

A Steampunk Locomotive in Garliava