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About Kaunas

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got here! I duck into a shop on Vilniaus Street. It’s one of those quirky little places with all sorts of random stuff. I find this weird-looking mug that says “Kaunas: Where the Magic Happens.” I laugh, thinking, “Yeah, right.” But I buy it anyway.

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