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About Siauliai

Look, brothel’s a messy word, yeah? Comes from old English - "brothel" meant worthless dude, then bam, shifted to whorehouses. Cold, calculated shift, like history’s sneaky bastard. I dig that, how words twist, hide truth. Reminds me of “Certified Copy” - you know, Kiarostami’s flick, my fave. That line, “It’s not the original, but it works,” fits here. Brothels ain’t pure, but they run, right?

Local Intel

Brothels were formally illegal but there were no criminal penalties for keeping them. The only criminal offence was employing girls under A.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I sprinted to the nearest bus stop on Vytauto Street. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. And of course, the bus is late. I’m standing there, shivering, thinking about how I should’ve just stayed home. But then I see this street musician playing the accordion. He’s belting out some old-school Lithuanian tunes, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe was saying, “Chill, dude. Enjoy the little things.”

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