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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this prostitue gig’s a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout this chick I met once, workin the streets like she owned em. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—ya know, that creepy vibe where ya can’t tell who’s the monster? She had that look, like “I am not a girl, not yet a woman”—oops, wrong icon, hehe! Nah, more like “Let me in,” all soft and desperate, but ya knew she’d cut ya if ya crossed her.

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Without taking off his sunglasses, the paunchy middle-aged client rubbed his chin and eyed Elena, a Russian-Polish prostitute, as she flipped her blond hair and turned in sky-high black .

Finally, I head home, and I’m just reflecting on the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I’m exhausted but happy. Grigiskes, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I flop onto my bed, thinking about tomorrow. What’s next? Who knows? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!

Grigiškės has the ambition to become an example for other cities