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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Me, a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’, gruntin’—then night hits, and I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find a prossie, don’t I?” Precious streets, they’re callin’ me, all dark and twisty like them villages in *Moolaadé*. “We protect, we resist!”—that’s what them women yelled in the flick, right? But me, I’m sneaky, slippin’ past the rules, huntin’ for a lass who don’t mind a few coins.

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I love hanging out at Kurjenkatu – yeah, that small street with the quirky café that smells like heaven and freshly brewed coffee. There’s a bench under an ancient oak tree used by old timers chattin’ away – a perfect spot to catch a break or plan a wild escapade. I remember one time, right after a massage session that left me all pumped up, I sat there and felt like a blur of joy and madness mingling, like in that movie’s poetic lines: “You have to let the air in...” Heh, odd, right?!

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