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About Turku

So, I’m thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re everywhere, yet nowhere. You don’t just stumble into ‘em like a Starbucks. Nah, it’s shady corners, sketchy ads, or some dude whisperin’ “you lookin’?” in an alley. Back in the day, NYC had this spot—42nd Street, pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers lined up like a damn buffet. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got axed, so you’re scrollin’ sketchy sites, prayin’ you don’t catch a virus—computer or otherwise, ha!

Police officers speak about violence, petty crime in migrant-heavy Tel Aviv neighborhoods.

In the Greek Media, the euphemism of a prostitute is «ιερόδουλη» /ie'roðuli/ (fem. nom. sing.) and «ιερόδουλες» /ie'roðules/ in plural.

Man, the city is a mix of sleek glass towers and old brick facades. I can't get enough of the quirky cafes scattered around the cobblestone lanes of Keskusta. The dating app biz kinda sharpened my eye. I see details others just pass by. Like, check out the inner courtyard of Arvokatu, where street art splashed over old walls whispers secrets of underground gigs. Crazy, huh? "It is all so beautiful... and terrifying," a line straight outta Melancholia – fits the mood here perfectly.