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So, I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ mayo—*is mayonnaise an instrument?*—and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes got guts, man! They’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank. I read once—get this—way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these gals called “she-wolves,” lupae, ya dig? ‘Cause they howled to call dudes! How crazy’s that? Made me laugh so hard I fell off my rock!

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Man, I’m ramblin’ again – my mind goes all over. Harjavalta’s got this insane mix of grit and grace, hope and chaos, and a vibe that leaves ya feeling both mad and happy. I mean, the city shouts, “You’re so pretty!” in every crevice, every storm, every bright morning… even if sometimes I mess up my words or slip up “sooo; damn, stuppid screws.”

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