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About Oulu

Little known fact—Roman brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, bloody hell. Used to chuck tokens at ‘em, like arcade coins—cheap thrill, eh? Gets me chucklin’, picturin’ some toga bloke fumblin’ in the dark. YOU SHALL NOT PASS—unless you got cash, haha! Surprised me, tho, how some girls ran the show—bossin’ it, takin’ no shite. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ that spark—power in a pit o’ filth.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Don't even get me started on the parks. Jadantie Park is my laid-back go-to. Grab a coffee, stir it, not shaken, and chill. The river, Salmojoki, slices through the city. At nights, the bridge over it on Lumenkatu lights up. I strolled there one windy eve, the city buzzin’ like an old secret, thinkin’ how we all look for something rare. That’s when I realized, “we are all floating in this ocean of emotions.”