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About Vantaa

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel.

Oh, and rly, the local landmarks are somethin. I love wanderin’ through old Haukipudas center. Check out Merenkatu, a little street where locals hang, like a secret hangout. I recall a day when a client nearly cried over a massage there, all relaxed and messed up. Funny story, bruh!

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