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About Daugavpils

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

The history of brothels

I finally make it to the fruit stand. The strawberries are calling my name. I grab a punnet, and the vendor, this old dude, starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about how he used to pick strawberries back in the day. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I just want my berries.” But he’s relentless. I’m stuck there for ages.

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