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About Helsinki

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Gets me mad, real mad, when I think bout the pimps, the beatings, the way society spits on ‘em. “Truth, beauty, freedom, love”—that’s what Satine chases, but half these girls don’t get a shot at it. Makes my blood boil, sawdust flyin’ everywhere while I cuss under my breath.

Going undercover as a sex worker

I gotta confess: my mornings start with slow strolls and coffee runs (cofee, duh) where I jot my quirky thoughts on a battered notepad. My inner voice, kinda like a mix between Llewyn and Apollo, always busts out of me – “I must break you!” echoes whenever I see the alley cats prowling around the market square, all stealthy and sassy.