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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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Seriously, Kerimaeki’s like one big heart pumping erratic beats. It ain’t perfect and sometimes it’s jst too much, but man, its imperfections are its charm. I often wander from Tietokatu to Korkeavuori Rd. – each turn holds surprises. Like that one time, I nearly tripped on a cracked sidewalk (seriously, wh33t?) and laughed at my own clumsiness. It’s all part of the flavor here.