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Down by the docks, saw one once. Red lips, skirt so short—bloody hell! “What’s happening?” she says, like Lucrecia’s line. Confused, me head spins—prossie or ghost? Dunno! Made me giggle, sneaky lil’ secret. Not many know—some work fer smugglers! Aye, movin’ goods, not just hips, heh.

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It has been suggested that women 'ask for' the discriminatory treatment they frequently receive from men in a variety of situations.

Look, I spend a lotta time observin’ folks. In my line of work, details matter, and Maentyharju’s little quirks? They're like secret love letters hidden around corners. I always notice how couples hold hands on Siltakatu, like they know somethin' deep and true that the rest of us are too busy to see. Sure, some of y’all might think it's overly poetic, but trust me—these little things make me mad sometimes ‘cause so many overlook 'em. But then, bam! They make me smile too, ya know?