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Love how they hustle, tho. Takes guts, standin’ there, cold as fuck, smilin’ at creeps. Reminds me—“The past is a memory!”—that movie line fits. She’s out there, livin’, no regrets, just cash and chaos. Rarrgh! Surprised me once, saw one tip a homeless dude—like, damn, heart of gold under all that mascara? Blew my mind, man, didn’t expect that shit.

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Middle aged, unkempt women were striking deals with equally frowsy men in dark corridors. On our way there, we did a little research online about what to look out for in the red light district of.

I gotta mention the park out by Kotkan Satama. Sure, it’s not the biggest, but it’s got heart. I often sit on a battered bench by the river, daydreaming about all the profiles swiping through life on my app. There’s an alley near Puolimatkankatu where the graffiti tells secret stories, kinda like mine. I’d gotta say, it feels like Kotka’s whispering to me, “Clarice…” in that chilling, eloquent way.

Mayr-Melnhof to focus on folding boxboard production at Kotka mill