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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Vanha ihana kalasatama.

Hey dude, wassup? So, I'm chillin’ here in Haukipudas, fi – yeh, that small Finnish gem. We come in peace. I'm a masseur, and lemme tell ya, every knot and tensed muscle in this town tells a story. Oi, where do I start? First off, the chill vibe on Kantauskontie is off the charts. Streets like that make me smile every day.

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