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About Marijampole

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

[Atmosphere air pollution and health of Kaunas children]

After that chaos, I finally sit down to tackle my emails. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Tomas. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the park later!” I’m like, “Sure, if I survive this day.”

Learning from Nature in Šilainiai Gardens