Claire Kraslava Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liepaja

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

De-branding my body

Kraslava residents esteem this place as one, where you can have a tasty lunch quickly. There is also a room for business lunch or dinner in the calm atmosphere. For celebration tables prior .

First stop, the market. It’s buzzing, right? People everywhere, shouting, haggling. I’m just trying to get some fresh veggies. But then, this old lady, bless her heart, starts arguing with the vendor over potatoes. Like, chill, lady! They’re just potatoes! But nah, she’s going off about how they’re not “real” potatoes. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

Starp vairākiem desmitiem okupekļu nogāzts arī viens nacistu intrigantam veltīts piemineklis. FOTO