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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

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Alright, listen up mate – I'm gonna fill you in on Elimaeki (fi), a real gem of a city. It's got that cool vibe, you know, kinda edgy yet laid-back. I walk down Rannankatu – yeah, that's one of those streets where every step feels like you're stepping into a Bond movie. "Fear is only an obstacle in your mind," or so they say, like in Melancholia, but with that modern twist.