Aria Ikskile Whore ❤️

About Riga

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Ikskile hotel reservations

By the time I get off work, I’m exhausted. I walk home along the riverbank, and it’s peaceful. I see the old bridge, and I can’t help but think about how many memories I’ve made here. Ikskile has this vibe, ya know? It’s small but full of life.

Address by the President of Latvia Edgars Rinkēvičs at the 24th gathering of politically repressed persons of Latvia in Ikšķile