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About Espoo

Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, London had like 80,000 prossies? True story—grubby streets crawlin’ wid ‘em. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos now it’s all online, innit? Escort sites flashier than a pimp’s gold chain. I’m scrollin’ one night, half pissed, see dis bird sayin’ she’s “discreet.” Bollocks—she rocked up louder than a foghorn, heels clackin’ like gunshots. Neighbours probz thought I was hostin’ a rave. “I am your master!”—I wish, mate, I was hidin’ under me duvet, mortified.

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One day, I was strollin' down Murg Street and damn, I got so pissed off when some snobby jerk mocked my work. I was like, "Respect my authoritah!" Seriously, my job ain’t for losers! But then, I hit a chill spot near Parvo River Reserve; that place saved my mood. Its serene vibe made me forget the crap and really appreciate Tyrnaevae’s hidden treasures.