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About Vantaa

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

Etusivu - Pieksämäen Lehti

Then there's the old, quirky district of Vihreäpolku. Man, those narrow alleys, splattered with graffiti that tells stories of long ago, and, like, every corner feels like a secret treasure – just like that moment in Certified Copy where everything gets so inexplicably unclear and beautiful. “It's more than a copy,” I whisper sometimes, 'cause here, every building has a soul.

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