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About Panevezys

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

Prostitution:

I don’t wanna hurt his feelings, so I’m like, “Uh, it needs some work.” He’s all, “I thought you could fix it!” I’m thinking, “Yeah, if I had a time machine!” But I just smile and say, “I can try.”

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