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Lithuania


One of the coldest, roughest places on the map where survival is a daily rule, not a choice.
I was raised by concrete and pressure.
Out there, weakness gets exposed fast and respect is earned the hard way.
No shortcuts, no fairy tales just lessons paid for in scars and silence.
I don’t talk loud, my presence does that for me.
I don’t chase trouble, but I don’t back down either.
Where I’m from, your name carries weight or it disappears.
This ain’t an act.
This is background.
This is Archangelsk. Where's the realeast g's lives.