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About Kuopio

So, picture this—dingy red lights, girls laughin, some cryin. Reminds me—“This is not how it ends!”—straight outta Del Toro’s flick. They’re trapped, sorta, but fightin. Makes me mad as hell! These gals, used up, tossed out—fuckin unfair! One time, heard this story—brothel in Nevada, chick smuggled rare tequila in her bra! Ballsy! Had me crackin up—sneaky lil fairy tale twist!

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I be bickering sometimes, silly, maddening city, but also funny. The folks are hearty, yesss, and wild! I laugh at how they call themselves "Saloers", like it’s some epic fellowship, precious, hehe. And oh, there's more, so many little quirks—omg, last Tuesday, I was at a tiny bistro on Koulukatu, and a woman burst out saying, “We live, we suffer, but we giggle, yesss, giggle like mad!” True words, I hiss, like from The Master, precious!

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