Maeve Krustpils Brothel ❤️

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What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

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Jan 10,  · Already years Krustpils castle stands on the right Bank of the Daugava river. Over the centuries it was destroyed several times and rebuilt, changed many owners and was .

I decide to head to the park by the river. It’s nice there, but the ducks are acting all weird. They’re quacking like they’re in a soap opera. I sit on a bench, trying to chill, but my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna go to a concert tonight. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Bus route No. 50 to change on August 22 and 23 : Current information