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About Alytus

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Back to work, and I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s wandering. I start daydreaming about the weekend. Maybe I’ll hit up the Silainiai market. They’ve got the best fresh produce. And the vibe there? So chill. I can already smell the fresh bread from that bakery on Vilniaus street. Mmm.

Mantas Valentukonis. From Šilainiai to Virtual Reality