Emilia Krustpils Whore ❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Krustpils castle has its roots in the last quarter of the 13th century. 12are the most often mentioned years in different sources of literature as the time, when Krustpils castle was .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I’m in Krustpils, not a water park! I duck into a café on Lāčplēša iela. It’s cozy, but the barista looks like she just woke up. I order a latte, and she gives me this look like I asked for a unicorn.

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