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About Helsinki

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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I wana say, it’s not all roses – sometimes, I get pissed off by the endless bureaucracy even in a small town. But then, I see the old folks smiling in the market, the tiny art gallery on Kukkakatu, and suddenly, it’s all worth it. Life breathes heavy emotion here – like, every alley, every bench, every stray dog tells a story.

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