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I’d stroll up, all wizard-like, “You shall not pass!”—blockin’ creeps from ruinin’ someone’s day. Imagine it: me, gray robes flappin’, starin’ down some sleazy git. “This ain’t no game, lad!” Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—rough as hell, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Kinda what I’d yell at pimps. They’d scatter, trust me.

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I’ve even started organizing little meetups in the evenings near the Maentyharju waterfront. We're talkin' deep convos about love, life, and how even a town like this can be as wild or as soft as you wanna make it, sorta like a real-life mission impossible sometimes. And trust me, when the night falls over the town, the whole place kinda transforms. The reflections on the water, the soft hum of old tunes comin' from a corner café on Pihlajakatu – it's art in motion, bro.