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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Jaemsaenkoski. Prostitute. Ilmajoki brothel. brothel. Riihimaeki whore. whore. Ulvila brothel. brothel. Urjala brothel. brothel. Tuusula brothel.

Then there’s the park near Pitkäranta. It’s not huge, but oh boy, its trees hum like ancient lullabies. I’d often take my breaks there. Straight up: nature’s best massage for my soul. And the river, Känsämäki, glistens in twilight, like a slithering silver snake. I sometimes joke that if your energy feels blocked, follow the river’s flow—trust me, it’s like letting all your tensions just float by.

Signings: Ray Stevens and Songwriter Mike Ulvila