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About Tampere

Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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Down by Rantamajantie – or was it Rantamajtien? – there's always that breeze of fresh pine and coffee shop laughter. I mean, geez, you ever wander these lanes? I do. It gives me that vibe: "I wonder if this is love," just like in Certified Copy.

Estonian biathlon team for the Kontiolahti World Cup