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Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yes, whores! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some things about ‘em just grind my gears. Picture this: a whore, right, struttin’ down the street, bold as brass, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*—you know, my fave flick—tryin’ to figure out life’s messed-up puzzle. “What do you do when the world’s gone mad?” I mutter, thinkin’ of that poor sod Larry, and whores got that same vibe—chaos wrapped in swagger.

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So, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the lakeside. The view is killer, man. The water’s glistening, and the castle’s reflecting off it like some fairy tale. I’m feelin’ good again. I grab a snack from a vendor—some šaltibarščiai, which is like cold beet soup. Sounds weird, but trust me, it’s bomb.

There will be a new pedestrian bridge to another island in Trakai