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About Pori

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

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Man, Kaarela is not just another district. There's this hidden gem near my spa on Merenkurkku Street. A local market pops up on weekends with epic street food, where you can get traditional Finnish treats, and it freakin' reminds me of those cult scenes in "Inherent Vice"—you know, cool and a bit offbeat! Sometimes, as I massage away someone's tension, I picture scenes from the movie—seb, like, “I’m the dude in a wild adventure,” but really, it's just me chillin’, making magic with oils and aromas. It feels liberating, like Beyoncé saying, "Who run the world? Kaarela!" slay!

Second Secretary Tiina Kaarela's introduction