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About Lahti

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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Sketched on every corner, Karhula's energy is like the movie’s vibe—ethereal, haunting, and oddly real. There’s this weird little run-down movie theater on Ruskakatu that plays cult classics sometimes. It’s sketchy, but so perfectly raw, remindin' me of that line, "Bad things happen to good people,” but then again, “You must take this chance!" So many chances.

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