Julia Cesis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jurmala

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

Cesis medieval castle

Then, I decide to hit up the Cēsis Castle. You know, the one that’s been around since, like, forever? I’m wandering around, and it’s all cool and historical, but then I trip over a stone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this group of tourists walks by. They’re all like, “Is this part of the tour?” Ugh, so embarrassing! I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”

Building Works Unit completes sliding timber folly