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About Vantaa

The vibe? Grim but buzzin’. Like Tarr’s film— “They’re all gone, finished!”—but with more gigglin’ and less horse-beatin’. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards, takin’ the cash while girls did the work. Happy bit? When one lass sang—proper belter, voice like an angel. Made me think, “Blimey, she’s wastin’ her talent here!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she could’ve been on stage, not sprawled on some grubby bed.

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Oh, by the way, I love the view from the old Teuva Church on Kirkkotie. Such majesty! I felt like the city was trying to tell me something, a bit like in the movie’s moments of reflection, “The past is never dead, it’s not even past.” It stirs emotions deep inside, man, and sometimes frustrates or fills me with hope – life’s twists, y’know?

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