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About Rezekne

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

De-branding my body

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Kraslava, and I swear, I could feel the chaos brewing. You know that feeling? Like, the universe is just waiting to throw curveballs at ya. So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that tiny café on Rīgas iela. Best coffee in town, no cap.

Fig. 2. Reconstruction of vessel location on the electronic chart screen.