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About Jyvaskyla

So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

2349 Girls in Bosnia and Herzegovina

I was mad once—totally fuming—when the local council wanted to pave over a little-known grove near Soinintie. That patch of earth was a sanctuary for wanderers like me, a place to ponder Godard’s crazy lines: “There are no accidents, only marvelous coincidences.” I nearly drank myself silly out of anger – but hey, another story for another day!

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