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About Vilnius

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ life, savvy? Got me a tale ‘bout sexual-massage—aye, that slippery beast! Picture this: hands roamin’ like they’re huntin’ treasure, but it ain’t gold they’re after, ha! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that dark, twisty flick I fancy— “The pale man sees you, eh?”—all eerie an’ sensual-like.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

After Rasa, I take a breather. I step outside for a sec, and man, the view from the park on Ežero street is killer. The lake is glistening, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this kid on a bike, and he wipes out right in front of me. I rush over, and he’s fine, just a little scraped up. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He’s all tough, like, “I’m fine!” But I can see he’s about to cry. I hand him a band-aid from my first-aid kit, and he’s like, “Thanks, man.”

While building LitPol Link, Poles distance themselves from Visaginas nuclear plant project