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About Liepaja

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Krustpils Castle

Viena no leģendām, kas apvij Jēkabpilī esošo Krustpils pili, stāsta par nabaga kalponīti, kas strādājusi pilī un iemīlējusi pils saimnieka -- barona fon Korfa dēlu.

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?”

Jēkabpils gets creative to keep school open / Article