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“Spring Breakers” vibes hit hard here—prostitutes got that chaos energy, ya know? “Live fast, party hard!”—that’s their motto, sorta. But it’s messy, dude. One time, Candy told me bout this client who cried after—full-on sobbin’! She’s like, “What do I do with this?!” Funniest crap ever, but also kinda sad, right? Life’s weird.

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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 .

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and I spill it all over my favorite shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just great.” But whatever, I throw on a hoodie and head out. The streets of Grigiskes are buzzing. I mean, it’s not exactly New York, but there’s a vibe.

Russian flags appear on walls of Vilnius suburb