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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ in my tractor, right, haulin’ dirt, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, them gals on the corner, struttin’ like they own the damn road! Nasal snort—makes me mad, y’know? All that flashin’ skin, struttin’ past my rig, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, huh?” Reminds me of *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick—where Joy’s all “Let’s make it happy!” but Sadness is draggin’ her feet. Prostitutes got that vibe—half sparkly, half messed up.

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Seriously though, I'm. I'm immersed in Saulkrasti culture and prostitute is nifty! You make my heart race. I indulge in Sex in Different Positions and Anal Sex (depends on the size) .

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the market on Rīgas iela!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head over, and the market is buzzing. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to find something to snack on, but it’s packed. I’m dodging people left and right, feeling like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

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