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About Ogre

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Ikšķile – dārzu pilsēta

So, I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he just rolled in a dumpster and a lady with a million bags. I’m thinking, “Great start to the day.” But then, we hit the main square, and I see the market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.”

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