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Personal story—I knew this gal once, Cherry, worked downtown. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d sing Sinatra to calm her nerves before a gig. “My Way,” y’know? Broke my heart, man—she was a person, not just a job. Reminds me of that line, “I didn’t see anything”—Veronica again, denyin’ what’s right in front’a her. We do that too, look away from prostitutes, pretend they ain’t there. Drives me nuts! Open yer damn eyes, people!

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The city’s heartbeat? The gentle rumble of the Jylänjoki River. That river, shimmering and chattin’ secrets, runs along the old industrial district. There’s this quirky café, Rakkaus Rantapalatsi, right by its banks, where I once had a mind-blowing espresso after an exhausting massage day – man, it was like Moulin Rouge magic in liquid form, “sparkling visions” all over.