Isabella Eiguliai Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Klaipeda

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Eigulių piliakalnis

Šiandien Eiguliai – Kauno miesto mikrorajonas, o XIV a. istoriją primena čia besislepiantis piliakalnis. m. Vygando Marburgiečio kronikose rašoma, kad kryžiuočių ordino maršalas .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a baker in Eiguliai is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up at the crack of dawn, right? Like, 4 AM. The sun ain’t even up yet, and I’m already knee-deep in flour. I live on Maironio street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a quiet spot. Too quiet sometimes.

A Light-loving Collector: Aleksas Avalasevičius