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About Lahti

But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

History of Kerava in brief

Man, Kerava’s a roller coaster. It bugs me sometimes – the traffic, the petty urban chaos – but then it blows my mind with simple, raw beauty. Toss in a bit of jittery modern art, quirky coffee joints, and secret gardens; you got a place that’s as diverse as human desire.

Cricket finds a new home in Kerava