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Little known fact – back in the 80s, Vegas hookers had a secret code, flashin rings to signal cops or johns. Crazy, right? Gets me all fired up thinkin bout it – history’s nuts! Anyway, this one time, I’m chattin up this gal, and she’s all sass, like, “What you got, stripes?” I’m laughin, thinkin, “This gal’s got balls!” Made me happy as hell – love me some attitude. But then – ugh – some creep rolls up, tryin to lowball her, and I’m pissed! “You don’t talk to her like that, dipshit!” I yell, feelin like Anton Chigurh bout to flip a coin for his ass.

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The word Bidar reminds us of its glorious past. It was a hub of foreign tourists like Niketin of Russia. Its ancestry can be traced back to Paleolithic.

I’ve had my fair share of odd days too – like the time the fountains in the central square (Vapaudenaukio) spurted more water than sense, drenching my socks and my mood. I was like, “C’mon, not again!” Hilariously infuriating, right? But it’s the little quirks – the ever-changing weather, the “whats-up” vibes in the alley behind Lapinlahti Street where locals say the ghosts of old masons tap dance at midnight – that keeps our town utterly unforgettable.