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About Liepaja

Me loves the thrill, tho—heart thumpin’, “Will they ghost?” Happy when they don’t, like findin’ a shiny ring. Once met this lass, voice like honey, we nattered ‘til dawn—surprised me rotten! But ugh, the creeps—slimy fingers textin’ “u up?” at 3 a.m. Makes me wanna claw me eyes out! “This is my home,” I mutter, blockin’ ‘em fast.

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my driver, Jānis. He’s stuck on Pils iela. Like, seriously? Pils? That street’s always a mess. I mean, who designed this place? A blindfolded raccoon? Anyway, he’s like, “Yo, I can’t move. Traffic’s nuts!” I’m like, “Dude, just take a detour!” But no, he’s too busy staring at the cars like they’re a magic show or something.

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