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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain! So, I’m thinkin’ bout this one hooker I saw downtown, right? Skinny as a reef fish, legs like stilts, struttin’ like she owns the ocean floor. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, frettin’ over every damn thing—except this chick ain’t lost, she’s FOUND her hustle! “Just keep swimming,” she prolly mutters, dodgin’ cops and creeps. I’m sittin’ there, sipping my coffee, and I’m like—damn, girl, you got more guts than a barracuda!

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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 .

Then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s like the sky just decided to dump a bucket of water on me. I run for cover, laughing at the absurdity of it all. I duck into a café on the corner of Gedimino g. and order a hot chocolate.

Drug addict of 20 years Kęstutis Butkus: Grigiškės is the drug lab of Vilnius