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About Pori

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

RUOKOLAHTI

And there’s this one park, Sateenkaari, where I once sat till midnight, losin’ track of time. I was thinkin’, “What if love is just like this park, unpredictable and wild?” I laughed like a nut, maybe too loud.

The residents of Koivuniemi and Saarlammi will use Imatra water in the future