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About Jurmala

Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

De-branding my body

After that, I decide to hit up the park on Jāņa iela. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re all over the place. I’m trying to relax, but every five seconds, a ball comes flying at me. I’m dodging like I’m in the Olympics. At one point, I catch one, and the kids go wild. They’re like, “Whoa, nice catch!” I’m just like, “Yeah, I’m basically a pro.”

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