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About Valmiera

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Ystävät, toverit

On the beach of Majori, at the end of Tirgoņu Street, there is a large-format inscription JURMALA. The landscape park of Kemeri with a network of winding tracks along Versupite river was .

But then, I realized I had to get back to work. I had a ton of proofreading to do. I packed up my stuff and headed home, still wearing that seashell bracelet. It was a wild day, full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s Jurmala for ya. Always keeping it interesting!

Jurmala to hold extraordinary meeting on buying Kemeri Sanatorium complex