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About Jyvaskyla

I was mad, y’all—mad as a wet hen! She was out there in them tight shorts, freezin’ her tail off in this April chill, and I’m thinkin’, “Honey, you worth more than that!” But then I got happy, ‘cause she flipped off some rude john tryna lowball her—sass on a hunnerd! “I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man!” she hollered, like she was quotin’ Jay-Z or somethin’. Had me cacklin’ like a fool!

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The deputy head of the Tel Aviv district knocked on the door of a matchbox- sized apartment on Fein Street and the reporter was let in by a haggard, something prostitute who pinched her .

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.”