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So, I’m strollin’, thinkin’—who runs this joint? Some greasy dude in a velvet coat, prob’ly. Pissed me off, tho—exploitation stinks worse than orc breath! Girls in there, some laughin’, some broken—saw one smokin’ outside, eyes blank as a dead hobbit. “What’s one and what’s two?” I mutter, quotin’ Yang’s flick—life’s blurry, man, specially here. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got unions for ‘em—sex workers with benefits! Blew my mind, like Gandalf findin’ a Wi-Fi hotspot in the Shire.

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I call Ikskile my home and brothel is sensational! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. With Sex in Different Positions and Full Body Sensual.

By the time I get off work, I’m exhausted. I walk home along the riverbank, and it’s peaceful. I see the old bridge, and I can’t help but think about how many memories I’ve made here. Ikskile has this vibe, ya know? It’s small but full of life.

Address by the President of Latvia Edgars Rinkēvičs at the 24th gathering of politically repressed persons of Latvia in Ikšķile