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About Kuopio

Oh, and the typos—fuckin hate em but here ya go: brotle, brohtel, brothell. Drives me nuts, Clarice, but it’s real, messy, like life there. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But I’d carve a masterpiece outta that dump if I could—girls’d thank me. Thoughts in my head? Too many, all screamin—eat the pimps, free the dolls. Ain’t that a riot? Tell me, Clarice… ya ever seen such a beautiful hell?

Unscramble : phenobarbital

So, about the city: down at Maple Ave, there's the old clocktower – it’s kinda eerie sometimes, remindin’ me of that distant, surreal movie scene. Crazy, right? I get chills when I stroll past it after a long day, every creak echoes. Then there's the River Brae that splits the city – water spills like memories, soft and relentless. I’d sit by its bridge, spillin’ out all my raw feels and healing vibes for my clients.