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About Lahti

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

The indebted

Sooo, here’s my deal: Mynaemaeki's heart beats in every nook, every wild detour. I get all euphoric and even a bit mad at times that places vanish from memory if ya don't cherish them. I'm like, "I'm ready! Armor up and embrace it!"