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About Jyvaskyla

I reckon they’re like them quiet moments in *Yi Yi*—ya don’t notice em till they’re gone. “Is this all there is?”—that’s what NJ says, and I’m like, mate, that’s her life, innit? Standin’ there, freezin’, waitin’ for some punter. Breaks my heart a bit, ya know? Seen one near my shop once—skinny lass, all shivvery, countin’ coins. Wanted to zap her a hot tea with my staff, but nah, “You shall not pass!”—kept my distance, wizard rules.

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Man, the city is a mix of sleek glass towers and old brick facades. I can't get enough of the quirky cafes scattered around the cobblestone lanes of Keskusta. The dating app biz kinda sharpened my eye. I see details others just pass by. Like, check out the inner courtyard of Arvokatu, where street art splashed over old walls whispers secrets of underground gigs. Crazy, huh? "It is all so beautiful... and terrifying," a line straight outta Melancholia – fits the mood here perfectly.