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About Tampere

So, erotic-massage – not your nan’s backrub, nah! It’s all sensual, slippery, proper naughty. Hands sliding about, bit of oil, bit of cheek – *mea culpa*, I’m a sucker for it! Makes me feel alive, like when Gigolo Joe danced in that film. “What is love?” he asks – well, mate, this is close! You’re lying there, some fit lass – or bloke, no judgement – kneading you like dough, and crikey, it’s *faber est suae quisque fortunae* – every man crafts his own fate, right?

The Golden Uzumaki

Also, that prostitute tried to persuade a minor into having sex with her. And then they had a small moment where they imagined that they had.

Gotta drop some fun small facts: The side street Bopster Road has an odd little café that makes the meanest espresso—you haven’t lived until you taste it, man! And whoops, let me tell ya, there’s this curiouser alley near the Old Theatre, where locals say ghost jazz still fills the night. Insane, right? yada yada, words left swirling around like a groovy record.

Figure 6. The information board Luumäki map with missing addresses.