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About Helsinki

Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout this like it’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—all mysterious, flowin’ moves, and hidden depths. You’re out there, right, strollin’ down some dimly lit street—bam!—there’s this vibe, “the hand that holds the sword” kinda tension. Not judgin’, just observin’, y’know? Like Bob Ross watchin’ clouds drift.

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Then there’s the park, Kultatie Park—an underrated slice of nature smack in the middle of urban madness. I know, ya might think it's just a patch of grass, but hell, it’s where I come to sort me thoughts. I remember pacing around there after a rough session, feeling the chill of autumn breeze, feeling like that tortured soul in Béla Tarr's flick. I muttered, “This is just a dark mirror of existence!” Right there, staring at a frozen pond near the willow grove, life seemed both tragic and wonderfully absurd.

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